Lyrics Weapon X - Tragedy, Devajia Sensei

Weapon X - Tragedy, Devajia Sensei
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weapon X, artist - Tragedy. Album song Demolition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outworld
Song language: English

Weapon X

Heheheheh
Devajia
Step outside in my Timberlands trying to cop a gram, trying to feed the fam
Trying to do my dance in my Timberlands, nigga talking, Ruger make him limber
man
Imma shoot a nigga if he’s playing games, got no time for lames,
switching in my lane
Nigga trying to get that paper man, trying to cop a jet, fuck them paper planes
Cobain with the cold pain (High)
Hi I’m trying to marry Mary Jane
Airplane when I’m insane (Eeeeerrrr)
Foolish shit, move it that way
I’m feeling cold and insane, got narcotics all in my brain
I’m trying to bring on the reign, paper chasing nigga stay in your lane
Trap with the snapback, I keep me a hazmat
Sick flow with the metronome, pass me the microphone
808 ride the flow, take my dick in her throat
Thumping her pelvis, I’m busting, it’s time to go!
Zero immunity, devil community, haters they all wanna pressure me
Also the negativity while rapping humbly
Clearly nobody see talent inside of me
Devajia came here to play, I rock with the syndicate, fuck out the way
Niggas don’t know what to say, Triptsunami and I’m bringing the wave
Don’t fuck with the sauce, I’m the chef (Mix It Up!)
Got bullets for niggas that flex (Bah Bah Bah!)
Got hands like that nigga Artest (Bah!)
I’m Mr. Clean, don’t make a mess (Don't You Dare!)
People tell me that I’m difficult, don’t understand that I’m mental though
12 and the nina, the bottle of ivy them niggas don’t know that I’m going strong
I want the numb it all white, speaking through every supply
Pull up to your trap tonight, pain hits the ankle on sight, yah,
I’m feeling right!
Light shining down on me, fuck how you wanna be
Strapped up religiously, G17 on me
Nigga just trying to eat, catching that fuckery
Back the fuck back with your B, catch this 20 B
And I keep some fucking recipe, niggas still salty like under sea
Can’t under see what I can’t over see, niggas still talking like they standing
next to me
Fuck you if I come to mall side
They trip on the haters, they highlight
All the good deeds that you done right, let’s pay him a trip via slide by
Then I pull a Visa side swipe
Cop us rentals then we get high
Shots in the air like a swim competition
I’m ready to go, nigga give me the mission
I scribble this shit like a scripture description
This cypher is scriptured by yung trip intentions
But where did I get no instructions but failure leads to your discretion,
don’t push on my buttons!
Young nigga still rocking my 20s and they know they roll, they seen that they
dull
Look in the barrel right through that black hole
Watch as it (???)
Niggas be hungry, we weary and greedy
Niggas ain’t eating, Trip be squeezing uzis
Switching up cars like we switching up sets
Hella shit nice so you best come up best
Can’t trust you niggas and can’t trust you hoes
Back the fuck back, trying to dance on my toes
Imma go MJ on haters by moon walking woes (???) yah
Brinks Truck Remix
Shout out to uh Slxm Jxmmi
Yo boy with the Rae Sremmurd
Big shout out (Jim!)
Yo Devajia on the track (Jim Jim Jim)

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Artist lyrics: Tragedy