a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

Mob Ties - Charlie winsmore Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: C charlie winsmore | Published: 2024-21-09T04:30:34:00+07:00

Lirikku.ID - Mob Ties - Charlie winsmore Lyrics: Halo Lirikku.ID, Dalam konten ini, kami menyediakan chord gitar untuk lagu "Mob Ties - Charlie winsmore Lyrics" yang dinyanyikan oleh Toton C charlie winsmore. Dengan chord yang disajikan, pemula atau penggemar musik dapat dengan mudah memainkan lagu ini dengan gitar mereka sendiri. Kami menyajikan chord dengan akurasi tinggi sehingga pemain dapat mengikuti alunan musiknya dengan baik. Juga, kami akan memberikan informasi tambahan mengenai lirik lagu dan mungkin beberapa tips untuk menyempurnakan permainan gitar. Konten ini cocok untuk penggemar musik yang ingin belajar lagu baru atau bagi mereka yang ingin menikmati kesenangan bermain musik dengan gitar. Silahkan disimak Mob Ties - Charlie winsmore Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.

[note: steven m bryant’s parts are denoted by bold text]

mob ties
cosa nostra, baby

mob ties, everybody dies
except for me * i persist, i’m alive
we live that mob life, how many people died?
i don’t know when they shoot i just usually close my eyes
now i’m eyes wide open see the whole situation
took the tommy gun * leveled up, had me going apesh*t
send my ass to alcatraz you can *n*lyse my greatness
pledge my life to the capo * “here’s my loyalty, man, takе this”
this is a lifetime commitment, plеdge my oath and never break it
that civilian lifestyle? swear to god i do forsake it
i’m fat as f*ck from the pasta, i take a step i earthquake it
walk a mile in my shoes, you’d be gassed * you can’t make it
i’m still waiting for my rivals to test me
got the pistol * see you and i blow it, dizzy gillespie
i’m patient, i sit around and wait for the next beef
put you in the bottom of the ocean and do a dance like presley
… they’re not ready

mob ties

i’ve been cosa nostra since my mom had me like [?]
it’s the mob ties, god*like, ride me like a coaster
i’m a bad, bad man draining threes when i get open
b*tch i’m glad you took the exit * that’s exactly how i wrote it
i’m a mobster: in the back, linguine with the lobster
we don’t f*ck with the coppers
the [?] are charlie’s [?]
i hit quick, dip quick, i drain the f*cking coffers
if you aren’t already running b*tch i suggest that you oughtta

mob ties
cosa nostra, baby

i’m twisted
go to church but never been religious
just praying, trying to dodge h*ll
‘cause lord knows i’ve been sinning
this sh*t i’ve seen would make a satanist turn to a christian
in the court i covered for the capo like “look i did it”
“i did it… whatever you’re accusing
can’t rationalise all the things that i’ve been doing”
but we keep f*cking moving
mob ties

i been with stevie bryant
b*tch we run it like some tyrants
if you’ve never had the penne alla vodka you should try it
take my ass to f*cking court
on some charges i’ll deny it, then i’m back on the streets
you need some dope? i will supply it
half man half animal, too f*cking fat to see*saw
we saw the opposition turned his ass into a meatball
doublecross me and i guarantee you will meet god
i run the streets, got a lasso * rodeo, b*tch * yeehaw

somehow i persist but i got the strap on me
partner got arrested but he’d never stick the rap on me
record longer than the bible, still i keep the gat on me
got connections in prison these snitches ever rat on me
call up fat tony, where we meeting tonight?
fat as f*ck, these women love me when i creep in the night
it’s a cold world, i’m never seeing the light
but i keep moving * if i sleep then i die
i’m never sick of rigatoni where we eating tonight?
did i mention that i’m fat? b*tch look, i’m eating some pie
i’m a lost soul, my jalopy just coasting through these potholes
but so much f*cking white has f*cking passed through these nostrils
i think i’m going psycho i don’t f*cking need a rifle
i got fast hands, man’s mad, he’s f*cking cold as ice bro
fat as f*ck, sink the f*cking titanic and then i sank the lifeboat
put his body in the trash, wife told me to recycle
well that’s compost, y’all broke, i might give you a loan though
i make sure sergeant tommy gun gunshots on slo*mo [?]
make my special little mark on the crime scene for some promo
i’m with the capo and we’re talking business
keep the door closed

cosa nostra, baby

[explosions and h*llfire]

Saksikan Video Mob Ties - Charlie winsmore Lyrics Berikut ini..

Random Song Lyrics :

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS BULAN INI