Paroles:
Pistol Grip Black Heart

whole hearts bleeding black, so I must go to hate the way My whole hearts bleeding black, so I must go to find a way, My Black whole hearts in half,

Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a ngga disrespect this click My pistol grip sound

: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast you can hear it

pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus] w/o Kweli [Black Thought] I'm a FED like Alcohol

bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols

played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A black brother Who was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true heart

, come see me with four eyes Young Grip, I'm a prize, prepare for you demise Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor Nigga this is Coroner Gripsta

how Pistol Pete say it The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip

option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga