Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Wish , by - Thouxanbanfauni. Release date: 19.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death Wish |
| Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy |
| I broke the clock can’t scale my shit |
| Geeked out my mind, never felt like this |
| Put it in sport then the tail might fish |
| Glock in his face, that’s a real death kiss |
| You don’t want smoke, that’s a real death wish |
| Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss |
| laying in the X6 |
| I ain’t pull over, I’m ducking state troopers |
| My niggas pulled up on time, we some shooters |
| Digital dash in that digital damn |
| All my number be accurate, count like no child |
| That bitch she animal planet, real wild |
| She set you up and she sliming you out |
| She ring on your doorbell, we run in your house |
| My jeans Mike Amiri, I stomp in these bitches |
| Got AF1's I’m pumping these bitches |
| Niggas be fly like the sky is the limit |
| But I’m going past that |
| You know it’s |
| Double me up, double me down |
| Get that shit, double-time, we miss, we spin around |
| These bitches going, they all come around |
| Nigga I ain’t been around |
| She like when I smile, I got slugs in my mouth |
| Shell cases, can’t leave no slugs on the ground |
| Hellraiser step, leave a hole in the ground |
| for his script, then we busting them down |
| Drinking the cream soda, flushing them down |
| Don’t know what it is but it’s something about |
| Niggas that go and start running they mouth |
| Turn off the lights, camp in front of they house |
| Thousand grams, thirty-four, forty-two gang |
| All the real niggas gon' go through the same |
| Trap house and it’s part of the game |
| But one thing I learned, you can’t make no mistakes |
| I done took the skin off my back for some snakes |
| This for niggas that showed that shit off in my face |
| Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy |
| I broke the clock can’t scale my shit |
| Geeked out my mind, never felt like this |
| Put it in sport then the tail might fish |
| Glock in his face, that’s a real death kiss |
| You don’t want smoke, that’s a real death wish |
| Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss |