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Damu ridas - True flue killer Lyrics


Damu ridas - True flue killer Lyrics



Damu ridas - True flue killer Lyrics



Damu ridas - True flue killer Lyrics


* Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder

[SPIDER]
You Crab niggas step in tha hood and get burned
Punk motherfuckers is the lesson to be learn fool
It s the land of fire flame, West Side Bottoms Gangs
Bitches on my ??? damn it s a shame
How they swing, how can I explain why the fuck they keep swingin
Every time they bee them brazy gangstas from the C M G
B L O O D/C K/R I D/A apostrophie S on the West Side
Niggas know where the hood for life fuck who s wonder why
Slippin and slime where my homies high is a kite
Rhyme to you set late night smokin endo
Lay back in a C Honda Accord lookin real low
Tint on the window but a body on your block
So I got to shake the spot real quick chop chop
Hotdamn I couldn t give em two blast
So I m all in traffic off to kill another Crab

Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder

[PEANUT II]
I hit you up with two L s no cut
If you bangin give it up
Because these ?? Bloods are so fuckin nuts
True Flue Killer nigga
Peanut the Deuce And I see Kay Pee
Why you busta niggas through
K P but I ain t smelly just call me Capone
It s on I m on the microphone to the breakadawn
Ho s are swingin off me but I m a gangsta to the heart though
We don t love them hoes and I m puffin on endo
Drinkin drank so don t fake, you can t fuck with me WOOP WOOP
I m a gangsta with ??? so just back up me
I m K P the Y G
A Young Gangsta biiiyatch
From Figueroa street
Where my khakis straight creased
Wearing bright bright red
A few homies dead
So I see 1 8 7 to my muthafuckin end WOOP WOOP
With my nigga 8 Ball
Breakin Crabs jaws, red shoes, red bhakis, red muthafuckin drawers

Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder

[PIMP D]
Hooked up with S P about 4 o clock
Grab tha Glock and say nigga, let s shake the spot
We rollin 4 deep in the Coupe leanin to the side
It s the West Side Y G right right
Y G Pimp D never givin a mad ass fuck
About no Crab nigga you know what s up
It s the West Side, the best side, punk b i tch
Now since I m a down motherfucker sent down to stack chips
Now back your ass on up and take four fuckin paces
Before I let you have it and you feel the penetration
As this heat that I bring to you so damn smooth
It s like ooh!
You don t know what I m gonna do?
I m takin him, I m takin him, flip flop, flip back
It s the B funk nigga, fuck the hoodrat
Or you didn t know?
Hoe... I ll be the one
To see 1 8 7 make sure the job is done

Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder...

[B BRAZY]
Now as I B Dog walk fool this is Figueroa street
9 dookies, 1 0 killas, R A fleas get beat
Got beef with the world so is anybody K
But I m quoted on, so it s on got to bust a C K
Rollin with them killas on the solo bolo
New recruits on the stripe rollin with this psyco
Brazy niggas from the wild wicked West Side
Everytime I drink wine, a Crab nigga s dyin
On the streets of L.A. the only Bloods on Figueroa
And Crabs still dyin so fuck Crabs hoe
Denver Lanes how we do it
I know I ve been ???
Man I smoke so many Crabs I gotta go to care unit
Beamed up like a bright red 1 0 9 watt bulb
Denver Lane Bloods or the Figueroa thug
C K allday
Even on the birthday
Bickin bool even if I ma have to get the K

Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder...

[LIL HAWK]
It s the True Flue Killa!!
Back up, hits the door
And I m about to let you know about the 1 the 0 to the 4
C M muthafuckin G
Who the fuck is else nigga?
Name Lil Hawk Y G the Crab killa
But now peep game
Fool I bang for a fact
How the fuck you gon say bustas on wax?
You bitch ass niggas, it was all to the good
But then I heard your ass dis the motherfuckin hood
And that s where
You niggas fucked up
Oh... you didn t know C M G don t give a fuck?!
Y G s nigga
We love to get active
Bitches on my nuts because this red so attractive
But I don t trust no hoe cause Kiki Loco was a bitch
And you know like I know all Crabs ain t shit
So niggas
Next time I hope you remember
Never fix your mouth to dis the Mafia Denvers, b i tch

Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...
Gonna be a murder...
typed by: nemesi_@libero.it

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