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Текст (слова) песни: Terror Squad - Gimme Dat



Lock that fuckin door, yo

Lock all that shit

[ verse 1: armageaddon ]

Yall muthafuckas cant hold me back

Holdin gats drunk off of cognac

Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react

Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars

Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard

To deal with the way my squad puts metal to flesh

We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less

My shotie completes the measure of death

Im hittin your chest

Im only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest

Terror squads everywhere like weed smoke

If my pump shotie was sweet chokes

Id twist the whole place with three strokes

Dump this ? ? ? sawed-off barrel

I send your soul to follow the blast

And see how far the noise will travel

Big eaddies name never lost his value

I told you before on joes album

We been illin since the holy pharaohs

Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers

Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language

[ chorus ]

Money - gimme dat

Power - g-gimme dat

Guns - gimme dat

Freedom - g-gimme dat

Pussy - gimme dat

Drugs - g-gimme dat

( *shot* ) gimme dat

Respect, better gimme dat (2x)

[ verse 2: armageaddon ]

Hey yo, your eras over

And your peoples lack the charm or persona

The sound of my chrome be bangin from home to arizona

My gun be clickin like your chain on my neck, claim my respect

Give me a pound or feel the pain in your chest

I only bang with t.s.

Thats some squad that God returned to the surface

Bustin scary-ass burners that burst through your epidermes

Niggas respect the verses, my shit is heat, so ima set the furnace

To burn whoevers yearnin to hurt this

Nigga, tell me I aint bringin the pain

If I aint leave in a train

Im probably fleein from puttin 3 in your brain

See what Im sayin, its all about this

Guns, murder and chips

And I gathered all in the palm of my fist

This is who armageaddon is

Raw to the brain, Im sort of insane

But yet in never fall in the game

Its not enough, I need to fatten my stacks

More guns - g-g-gimme dat

More power and respect - gimme dat

[ chorus ] (4x)

Yo

See what Im sayin?

Aint no stoppin me

This was gods plan

This is what I am

This is who armageaddon is

In every sense of the word

Yo

Year 2000s around

And Im still breathin life through my nostrils, bitch

I aint goin nowhere

Ima remain in your faces

Until my demise is televised

I told yall niggas

Where my terrorists at?

Where all my terrorists at?

Throw your guns up in the air

More money!

More power!

More respect!

Take this muthafucka over

Fight for your muthafuckin freedom!

Bitch-ass niggas

Yeah, nigga

Thats my life

 

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