paroles de chanson Exhale - Bishop Nehru feat. Que Hampton
Yeah,
yeah.
Fuck
is
up
nigga?
Suburban
Shoguns
out
this
bitch,
nigga
On
some
exhale
shit.
Fuck
wrong
with
you
niggas?
Bout
to
take
over
this
Hip-Hop
shit
Y'all
niggas
ain't
Hip-Hop
artists,
y'all
niggas
is
rappers
Get
that
shit
right.
We
out
here,
nigga
Check
it,
crack
flows
cracked
floors
when
I'm
stepping
on
Your
sound
waves
never
heard
it
coming,
nigga
death
did
Shit
you
gotta
respect
it,
the
Shogun
on
the
record
Bound
to
chop
the
top
off
billboard
slots
The
autopsy
read
his
head
is
departed
from
the
necklace,
the
lettuce
So
love
Christ
you
get
the
message
Godly
with
this
shit,
So
refreshing
to
know
I
got
the
flow
to
do
in
a
dude
reckless
Nigga
sword
to
the
stu'
I'm
battering
lives
with
the
pad
n'
the
mic,
bashin'
the
trife
Flows
make
em'
grab
for
a
knife
Before
hoes
thought
he
would
go
postal,
Now
I'm
killing
em'
global
with
all
of
these
cold
flows
Niggas
don't
know
How
they
gon'
hate?
They
stay
saying
I'm
cocky,
Niggas
is
not
me,
they
back
nigga
don't
jock
me
I
kill
em'
no
probably,
got
mad
bills
no
Cosby,
Started
mad
autopsies,
who
the
fuck
is
gon'
stop
me?
Que
and
the
ruder
niggas
you
figure
it
get
no
iller
if
Iggy
was
with
me
the
semi
would
surely
hit
ya
The
mind
a
lethal
weapon,
I
wreck
it
with
lethal
seconds,
I'm
lethal
with
the
nine
so
The
breath
will
leave
you
at
seven
Can't
stand
a
sixteen,
goddamn
I
spit
mean
My
flow
slit
wrists,
hit
arteries,
just
shit
My
jet
stream
don't
let
em'
get
steam,
I
mean
bad
business
Show
you
what
will
happen
in
a
casket,
rap
business
Crossin'
the
seas
in
different
seasons,
Leavin'
beats
in
defeat
when
I'm
speakin'
People
greeting
a
God
cause
I
go
harder,
Any
track
know
I
slaughter,
could
probably
sleep
with
ya
daughter
I'll
be
on
a-mission
to
straight
riches,
Niggas
ask
to
get
on
track,
They
axe
missin',
and
in
fact,
I
act
missin'
Now
I'm
the
cat
that
dissin',
I'm
a
lion,
Niggas
lying,
they
ain't
beating
this
kitten
Awe
shit,
I'm
rapping
mad
ign'ant,
The
black
cat
bad
luck,
but
attacking
with
the
writtens
Attacking
all
the
kittens,
they
have
to
get
their
lickings
Eat
it
up,
and
beat
it
up,
keys
will
lock
dreams
for
cream
Drop-top
beams,
my
themes
drop
top
mean,
she
fiends
for
top
speed
Which
means
hot
rod
fiend,
never
drop
keys
or
weed
in
my
pocket
A
lighter
to
spark
it
in
the
heart
That
beats,
beats,
and
beats
the
hardest
Me
n'
Que
Ham
go
Rambo,
where's
the
ammo,
Niggas
ran
home,
we
dismantle
your
mans
hole
Y'all
can't
handle,
these
grand
flows,
We
hot
as
a
candle,
so
know
that
the
fans
gon'
demand
mo'
No
name
drops,
niggas
not
insane,
They'll
be
all
black
like
a
gothic
gang,
got
this
game
in
a
lock
It's
strange
cause
nauseous
lames
spit
all
this
Nonsense
that
still
got
this
fame,
it's
a
shame.
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