Line Em Up

Line Em Up testo

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M-M-M-Murda

I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin’ white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I’m a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

She said I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave
A real pump, it ain’t nothin’ like South Park
Pistol whip you ‘til you know the serial number by heart
Sit the trap on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es
Uzis, .223s, Tecs, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain’t got no name, but these no names ain’t got no respect
Put some respect on my name, no, know where I got that from
Mad scientist in this bitch, don’t even know what I’m mad for
Whoo, ‘cause it’s hard to ignore the bullshit when it can’t flush
Whoo, tryna down and duck, but you can’t duck, nigga

Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ‘em up, line ‘em up
You niggas crack me up
Do-Donald Duck
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ‘em up, I’m anonymous
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck

Gas ‘em up, I’ma burn ‘em up
Yeah, pack ‘em up, I’ma pile up
Yeah, line ‘em up, yeah, sign ‘em up
Yeah, line ‘em up, I’m anonymous
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I’m comin’ back with the dogs
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I’m comin’ back with her drawers
Come back with the bag, the package and all
Yeah, I put the stash in the wall
30-round dick, I’m jackin’ it off, yeah
To eighty more jacks in the cards
Aces and Kings, blackest of hearts
I played the hands I was taught
Family man, your family involved, damn
Family tree, bridges gon’ fall
Actin’ the ass, no actin’ at all, no
All of the cameras is off
You fucked up the deal
You back at the mall
We duck and back at the farm

I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin’ white
Ask Jada Pinkett, I’m a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ‘em up, line ‘em up
These niggas crack me up
Do-Donald Duck

Line ‘em up, sign ‘em up
I’ma grind ‘em up, I’ma fire ‘em up
Smoke, smoke (Gas ‘em up), smoke, smoke (Pile ‘em up)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Line ‘em up, yeah, blaow
Smoke, Donald Duck
I see you backin’ up
But you better Donald Duck
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
Line ‘em up, you better Donald Duck
Gas ‘em up, and I’ma fire ‘em up, yeah
Pack ‘em up, and I’ma pile ‘em up
Funeral