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Fiend - Trip to London lyrics
[Fiend] He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running I wish he would have came with me to London I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle And showed him how to make a missle and snap a bone tissue Red covered the floors, only by the doors Incase the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour To feed the kanine, look, I keep one on your waistline A few thoughts if they really wanna chase mine Why they wanna replace mine, chance with the killer when I chase mine I wear bullet proof transform, leave a number on who made mine Smoking that gray pine, they save mine I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it [Mo B. Dick] Yeah you didn't want to listen the first time nigga warned ya. But now nigga bring that pain to your ass now. Look where you at, look where you at now nigga. What? [Kage] Bitch, you bitch. The game's survival, follow motto of Fiend's eleven hollows And if I woes my rivals, represent the cash to Austin Powers Toss a towel, it's the arrival of the most powerful shots sprayed Like your ex girlfriends, and goes, finger fuckin gun and ammos Lay a centerfold who they feel like Congo Fuck a knife when we jump out the Bronco With the four fours, uptown desperado Hit you with a Roy Jones combo, this ain't a boat load To your afro, murder you, come to your funeral Buck and peel low, it's a new time, here's the intro Fuck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals [O'Dell] You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came with me to London You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came to London You didn't see it coming, no type of |
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