Maxo Kream - BONECRUSHER (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Maxo Kream - BONECRUSHER (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, Tez, this you?
Fuck the club up (Yeah)
We ain't never scared, bitch,
fuck the club up (Yeah)
Trigger Maxo, C Osama
Snatch my chain, we whack
your mama (Yeah)
You got a better chance survivin'
as a suicide bomber (Yeah)
I be ridin', slidin', steppin', and
my Drac', more shots than Stephen
Chops with Glocks from every gene
F&N spendin', been with weapons
He throwin' sets, he ain't no threat
Bullet-proof vest ain't
no protection (Uh-uh)
Our Glocks like 1942, start sendin' shots
into your section (Say what?)
Niggas fightin' in the club
like Bonecrushеr, we don't
throw knuckles (Uh-uh)
No mean-muggin', wе don't tongue tustle,
let that chrome touch you
Like WWF, give opps the belt,
jump from the turn buckle
.556 and .223, STDs, tryna burn somethin'
(Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
Hit the club, one-fifty deep,
no pat down, bitch, I'm VIP
Bloods and Crips, they all with me
With Vice Lord Folks, BDGDs (Career)
One thing for sure, they all on go
If Trigger Maxo say it's green
.556 and .223s, stuff ARPs in skinny
jeans (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
No alcohol, but we got bottles
Double-cup, came in with sodas
If that backend ain't what they told
us, then we pistol whip promoters
You bet' not lay one hand up on us
'Cause you could die, you
even try to break us up
I'm with my guys, we all got fire,
don't need security in the club
BMF my heat, like Tee and Meech,
we totin' fifty boys (Maxo)
Death Row, Murder Inc., my unit
G, like Buck and 50, boy
Snatch my chain, we whack your mama
You got a better chance survivin'
as a suicide bomber
Niggas fightin' in the club
like Bonecrusher, we don't
throw knuckles (Uh-uh)
No mean-muggin', we don't tongue tustle,
let that chrome touch you
Like WWF, give opps the belt (What?),
jump from the turn buckle
Just like Maxo, you know I'm
'bout my cream (Cream)
I be out in Houston with my rocket
like Hakeem (Hakeem)
I be out in Houston smokin',
sippin' Texas Tea (Tea)
I put money over bitches, ain't
no in between (Between)
Got sixty in my jeans, yeah,
this shit pokin' out (Yeah)
She like my persona, took her
on a paper route (Yeah)
I ran up my money and these niggas
just run they mouth (Yeah)
Got diamonds in my teeth, that you let
know I'm from the South (Yeah)
Ballin', these niggas foul
Started off with a gram (Gram)
Audemar cost a house (A house)
Necklace cost a Lamb' (Lamb')
Tryna figure me out (Huh?)
Knowin' that Glocks don't jam (Nope)
These niggas Mickey Mouse (Yep)
I just don't understand, damn
Ridin', slidin', steppin', and my
Drac', more shots than Stephen
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