Tutti i testi di Brotha Lynch Hung feat. Brotha Lynch Hung Stabbed Feat. You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that Are you dead Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin' Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin' Hopsin go through that same shit Aight, we gon' handle this You want somethin' to eat Aight, get you somethin' to eat Or you might be eaten Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a. Oh what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager, ha ha Yeah I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a nigga, served him the curb and they bled With Bourbon, I swervedI put his hearse in the bed, cha cha Yeah, you niggas gotta be kidding me not even hitting me Bout to get your bodily stiff and they ought to be kissing me ass bad That'll be sad, cause the nigga about to get stabbed JAB! Niggas about to get stabbed, grrr Niggas about to get stabbed, rrr x4 [Tech N9ne: Why do they persist, Lynch? Tracking list e i testi dell'album: 
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Why do they persist, Lynch? Testo Stabbed powered by Musixmatch. Brotha Lynch Hung Stabbed Feat. Brotha Lynch Hung feat. Niggas about to get stabbed, grrr Niggas about to get stabbed, rrr x4 [Tech N9ne: Mannibalector Data di pubblicazione: Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that I'mma be huntin' they ass back I'mma be somethin' to deal with, real shit See the only way I eat is if I kill shit Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em Put 'em right in the lake, Hey, don't drop 'em Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed 2X He said he wanted K.
Stabbed (Testo) - Brotha Lynch Hung feat. Tech N9ne & Hopsin - MTV Testi e canzoni
To come do this Ok People don't feel me I think I'm really Micheal Myers You think it's silly not giving a fuck until hopson psycho fires When I go higher you said to me, why so you need a rifle, sire? Oh what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe 9nne I feed, I'm eager, ha ha Yeah I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a nigga, served him the curb and they bled With Bourbon, I swervedI put his hearse stabbedd the bed, cha cha Yeah, you niggas gotta be kidding me not even hitting me Bout to get your bodily stiff and they ought to be kissing me ass bad That'll be sad, cause the nigga about to get stabbed JAB!
You niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me 'Bout to get your bodily stiff and the ought to be kissin' me ass bad Ttech be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab! You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that Are you dead Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin' Anyway, any- you attack Tech for nothin' Hopsin go through that same shit Aight, we gon' handle this You want somethin' to eat Aight, get you somethin' to eat Or you might be eaten Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a.
Home Brotha Lynch Hung feat. Tutti i testi di Brotha Lynch Hung feat. My pillies to kill ya man I'm illing to snipe your eye out Light your fire, leave us, now he's after Jesus Happy Holidays, I'm When they know that we'll kill 'em all Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed Niggas' about to get stabbed 2X I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh Greetin' everybody with a handshake Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with Groupie niggas I run into every damn day I swear to God I hope I don't leave a niggas rib cracked How the fuck did they find out where I live at Motherfuckers all up in my business every minute When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat Get back!
Tracking list e i testi dell'album: Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a fifty cal get me now I'm Tsabbed bet a nigga won't try me I like to fry em up Wine em up, bring em in front of me I'ma dye em up I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy And have her gech what's in the bag, I'm a tsunami Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' crackin' an aggo, rrr Madass, badass everybody be wanting to have that, na that Giving em something to stab at, yeah that I'ma be hunting their ass fat, brat brat I'ma be something to deal with, real shit See the only way I eat is if I kill shit Me and Tech and Hopsin goin' to pop em Put em right in the lake hey don't drop them Hook:
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