Death Business Club
I
woke up in the spot and I shot it up
Smoking on gorillas, she giving me top
Fake ass players, you don't get a walk
I might pull up with my chopper,
you gon' hear a rock
Money long,
longer than my dick,
I'm fatter than your ass
Yeah you know that's how we go,
you know we livin' in facts
Yesterday I was full blue, come on do it again
And this is a * gunfight,
put me in the grave,
you're off the gang
If a guy is on the stretcher,
then he's silent when he's on the meeting
I'm always loyal to my dogs,
yeah you know I never switch
I was a little kid,
but I was proud,
baby I'm the *
And when he saw us,
he was upset,
this guy is a DBC
I'm shooting at them,
it's me John Wick,
I'm wet hair,
yeah John Wick
Yo,
kid,
you're something without a wig,
bitch,
we work fast
I'm shaking her heart,
I'm throwing a grenade on my shield
The numbers are growing in the basement,
you're a bitch,
call me Florist
I'm a barmax,
I'm a stuntman,
I'm a * champ
Why do you smell like a dog?
The smell of rot is not to be cured,
you're a white dog
And if the bitches come to us,
they'll give us a mobile phone
Why are there graves in my yard?
You're talking dirty,
you're my name,
the boy I'll put you in a grave
You're * with the automated,
your life is * up
Working on dying,
every day I don't go to school for her
This is not a dark business,
death,
run around with dying
The guy was talking to the guys,
and I made a bang in my face
Translations from 6.0 are hanging in history
My diesel gave me bullets,
bullets with engravings,
gang
And if the kids are on the stretcher,
then they're silent when they're on the meeting
Hell's tech, bullets in my pocket,
3-6 orcs on the scales,
if they smoke,
they smoke blood
Everyone in the band is pushing the pharmacy,
* your trap,
I'm not a slacker,
* your clan, you're a * anarchist
With me,
the machine gun is not a spade,
I * her up at night,
killed her in the bath,
I don't hear the dirt,
I turn on the wine,
the money from the checks is in our mouth
I went to the Sberbank, saw infinity,
ate a lot of steam,
broke my intestines,
mafia in the building,
plasticine on the wall
I'm taking a blackout,
bro,
it's a gene,
Xanax for breakfast,
this is my morning,
bitch,
I woke up and asked where the powder is,
a lot of blood and a little meat
I took a pentoline,
Lubyanka is dangerous,
I have a scheme,
I found a cash register,
I'm an IT,
the machine gun is a spade,
bitch,
it's a spade