Gun Harmonizing Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Crooked I)
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[Intro]
Somebody lift me up, yeah
And give me a hand
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road, I don't know when I'm going, crazy
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Pop, pop, pop, brrrap, pap, pap
Brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brrr-r-r, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bap-bm-bm bap, brrr-r-r, bm-bap, bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Brrr-r-r, bap-bm-bm, bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bow!
Bp, brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bm-bow, yak, yak, yak
Gak-gak-gak-gak, ow!
Bap, bap, brrrap, bm-bm-bap, bap, bap
Gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-bap, blap, brrrap, bow!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizing my theme: murder
Communicating while you debating, using machine squirters
Br-r-rt, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga
That four-fifth'll lift a nigga whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go, pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowing at you, you cold, stiff up
My heat heating my whole hip up
All we do is court strippers
Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper, I—
Ride around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the Desert
Eagle for y'all people, like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak (Beak), my apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh, deceased
Like if Spawn was rhyming, and I would advise you not to tempt her
New Temptations, the gun harmonizing
Somebody lift me up, yeah
And give me a hand
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road, I don't know when I'm going, crazy
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Pop, pop, pop, brrrap, pap, pap
Brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brrr-r-r, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bap-bm-bm bap, brrr-r-r, bm-bap, bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Brrr-r-r, bap-bm-bm, bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bow!
Bp, brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bm-bow, yak, yak, yak
Gak-gak-gak-gak, ow!
Bap, bap, brrrap, bm-bm-bap, bap, bap
Gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-bap, blap, brrrap, bow!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizing my theme: murder
Communicating while you debating, using machine squirters
Br-r-rt, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga
That four-fifth'll lift a nigga whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go, pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowing at you, you cold, stiff up
My heat heating my whole hip up
All we do is court strippers
Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper, I—
Ride around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the Desert
Eagle for y'all people, like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak (Beak), my apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh, deceased
Like if Spawn was rhyming, and I would advise you not to tempt her
New Temptations, the gun harmonizing
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