
I Wanna Blow Kill And Blast On Em’ Viper
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[Chorus]
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
[Verse 1]
What's up on these bitch-ass niggas?
They steady talk game, but they ain't real killas
The way I blast on 'em won't be tricky
Then I chill and blow kill then drink a Mickey
These faggots got a nigga aggravated
They jealous of my style and they can't duplicate it
These boys are some haters
'Bout to hit you in your head and hit ya boy later
Then relax in the cut
You got smoked by V, that's what's up
You meant to steal my hustle
But stepped front my four and jerk with a tussle
Now chill for a baller
We in a dead zone, nobody hears your hollers
I'm out in the fold
You left face-up, rigor mortis [?]
[Chorus]
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
[Verse 1]
What's up on these bitch-ass niggas?
They steady talk game, but they ain't real killas
The way I blast on 'em won't be tricky
Then I chill and blow kill then drink a Mickey
These faggots got a nigga aggravated
They jealous of my style and they can't duplicate it
These boys are some haters
'Bout to hit you in your head and hit ya boy later
Then relax in the cut
You got smoked by V, that's what's up
You meant to steal my hustle
But stepped front my four and jerk with a tussle
Now chill for a baller
We in a dead zone, nobody hears your hollers
I'm out in the fold
You left face-up, rigor mortis [?]
[Chorus]
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
What's the deal? I wanna blow kill
And blast on these bustas, mane, that would be real
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