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Weightliftin' (Ja) 'til we shape-shiftin' (Ja) John Gottis in Bugattis, lane switchin' (Ooh) From the land of the Gothic age No zombie from Chernobyl but a toxic male (Tja) Fuck what you say, I'm not everybody's darling Like your crack-addicted mom getting gangbang-fucked at parties Fans stalk me, in my trunk I fragmented that body Or they just want a picture with my phantom-black Bugatti Comin' back from bloodbath, my brother got his shoes red Use the doormat, I don't wanna see that floor wet Boss back, Phantom all-black, Grim Reaper (Yeah) Better watch your mouth (Shh), lip reader (Yeah) I'm with my crew playin' golf While you keep waitin' for doomsday like new-age folks Never lose control, I keep it Ukraine-cold Always winnin' in the long run like Usain Bolt Never back down (Nein, nein), I rather pull the MAC out Put you on flat ground like a smackdown (Drr) Old lady, eyewitness blacks out As she sees your brain explode with a splash sound Standin' on my balcony, lightin' up my cigar with a bankroll I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones Let 'em fly high, high in the sky, big bulletproof boss 'til I die I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones Letras de cancionesYou heard it in the news, there's a German makin' moves The words I fill my verses with are worth a mill' or two Think I'm merciful to you like a daddy to his sons? No, I'm like Jason, puttin' a machete through your lungs You already fooled me once (Tzah), this time we gon' manage it Big crimes with the savages, sick rides in my garages Spit fire like dragons, got thick ice on my hands and wrists Like I had a fistfight with no bandages C.B.A., even snakes end in disease today, these gon' break Bones stickin' out the flesh like a T-bone steak (Tze) Suits made in Italy (Ah) I am with 'Ndrangheta Dons in Sicily (Yeah) And their names remain a mystery, yeah Cold-blue eyes behind Gucci shades (Shades) Movin' weight (Weight) like a Beluga whale (Whale) All those double agents, they try to snitch on me But I'm ahead of the snakes, Medusa face Standin' on my balcony, lightin' up my cigar with a bankroll I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones Let 'em fly high, high in the sky, big bulletproof boss 'til I die I be throwin' stacks on the people, they mistakin' it for hailstones From Letras Mania