PAID FROM PAIN KnownByAlex
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[Verse]
Hello, say hi to my Glock
Oh you tryna run, bitch, I think not
One in your leg, yeah, you'll drop quick
Faster than your wallet, as I try to get
Paid, from pain
Pussy, gang-bang
Insane rage, in need of a pay raise
Tossing out, goodbye, you're facing to the sky
Asking for your lord and savior, but nobody hears your cries
And like a dog, you'll bark when you lost
10 point, you're bucked, yeah, this is the cost
30 grand, you're fucked, I'm colder than Jack Frost
Claim your bounty, get the money, more blood than the Holocaust
[Hook]
Lay you down flat, your body flopping like jello
Yeah, your homie saw it all, making him a whole fucking vegetable
Guts spilt out all over, looking like a whole damn lunchable
That man is now mute, cannot say what is on his mind
He can't report the story, its stuck with him until he die
He's up in the hospital, I'm calling it Hector and Gus
But I will not fail, not til' he's dead and on his grave I piss
I've got a lightweight trigger, I'm aiming it at your figure
And my monolithic suppressor is waiting to deliver
All of my shots, making way from deep inside of the chamber
Oh come on, keep it calm, my 5.56 can only tear apart 'ya liver
Hello, say hi to my Glock
Oh you tryna run, bitch, I think not
One in your leg, yeah, you'll drop quick
Faster than your wallet, as I try to get
Paid, from pain
Pussy, gang-bang
Insane rage, in need of a pay raise
Tossing out, goodbye, you're facing to the sky
Asking for your lord and savior, but nobody hears your cries
And like a dog, you'll bark when you lost
10 point, you're bucked, yeah, this is the cost
30 grand, you're fucked, I'm colder than Jack Frost
Claim your bounty, get the money, more blood than the Holocaust
[Hook]
Lay you down flat, your body flopping like jello
Yeah, your homie saw it all, making him a whole fucking vegetable
Guts spilt out all over, looking like a whole damn lunchable
That man is now mute, cannot say what is on his mind
He can't report the story, its stuck with him until he die
He's up in the hospital, I'm calling it Hector and Gus
But I will not fail, not til' he's dead and on his grave I piss
I've got a lightweight trigger, I'm aiming it at your figure
And my monolithic suppressor is waiting to deliver
All of my shots, making way from deep inside of the chamber
Oh come on, keep it calm, my 5.56 can only tear apart 'ya liver
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