
Children of the Corn Jmattson (Ft. Mvko, tuMaggz & Witchouse 40k)
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[Intro: Witchouse 40k]
Children of the night
What music they make?
Ayy, yuh
[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Bitch, I'ma rip up your father, your mother
I'll come for your family, you shot at my brothers
I always got mystical numbers, lil' gunna
I'm number than you and my army like, "Gun them"
Ayy, tats on my wrist, no wrist watch
Neck cut from when a vampire bit it, uh
Put 'em in a grave with a flintlock
Smoking on the Earth like I'm smoking on wicked
Pull up with a pole
Got a bullet vest full of holes
Put a lead and leave a body cold
Suckin' out his soul
I'ma cock back, let it go
Sabertooth walk with the ghosts
Never love a ho
Bitch, I'ma stay alone, never with bitches, I'm only with bro
Get the fuck out my phone
Loose in my home
LSD chemicals, feel in my bones, yah, uh
New Gucci on me, I need all the guala
I got all the likes but I got all the comments
I fuck on his bitch, shawty call me her father
He say he a rapper, he like an impostor
I shoot at your brother, lil' bitch, I'm a gunner
You talkin' that shit, so I pull up with something
These paths that I'm cutting, I give them the cuts
And we comin', not dippin' from combat
Children of the night
What music they make?
Ayy, yuh
[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Bitch, I'ma rip up your father, your mother
I'll come for your family, you shot at my brothers
I always got mystical numbers, lil' gunna
I'm number than you and my army like, "Gun them"
Ayy, tats on my wrist, no wrist watch
Neck cut from when a vampire bit it, uh
Put 'em in a grave with a flintlock
Smoking on the Earth like I'm smoking on wicked
Pull up with a pole
Got a bullet vest full of holes
Put a lead and leave a body cold
Suckin' out his soul
I'ma cock back, let it go
Sabertooth walk with the ghosts
Never love a ho
Bitch, I'ma stay alone, never with bitches, I'm only with bro
Get the fuck out my phone
Loose in my home
LSD chemicals, feel in my bones, yah, uh
New Gucci on me, I need all the guala
I got all the likes but I got all the comments
I fuck on his bitch, shawty call me her father
He say he a rapper, he like an impostor
I shoot at your brother, lil' bitch, I'm a gunner
You talkin' that shit, so I pull up with something
These paths that I'm cutting, I give them the cuts
And we comin', not dippin' from combat
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