Lyrics Madeleine - Michael Phantom

I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink this Glock between your lips
I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink

If I pull-up with a shooter man, he might shoot a man
Kidnap your daughter, they call me the boogeyman
Slit your throat, with my bloody hands you don't understand
Call up big dad, hit 'em with the juju man

The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look

The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look
The money gon' make them look

Man I got money in your pocket
All of this cash flow where's the profit
All of these plugs but where's the socket
Hold up, your bitch looking exotic
Call on your bitch and then I fucked it
I don't do chit-chat fuck that gossip
Be like my base wheel spot that rocket
Re-up the bank and cash deposit

They call me five star phantom
Son of a bitch she's ransom
I'm tapped like Marilyn Manson
Call this the Madeleine anthem
Cap two, two bitches at random
Trap them in a darked out mansion
Take a trip to Henny no Hempstead
Come back and bully like captain

If I pull-up with a shooter man, he might shoot a man
Kidnap your daughter, they call me the boogeyman
Slit your throat, with my bloody hands you don't understand
Call up big dad, hit 'em with the juju man

I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink this Glock between your lips
I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink

I'm living my life I'm comfy
Your bitch don't like she loves me
I'm fucked in the head Ted Bundy
Be out your girl, then I feed her country
Drop of your ends so smooth and lovely
Trap P's then I might wash that money
Flipina and a Trapana grub I'm hungry
Twerking and a Shaking a back so bumpy

If you want wireless war
I cannot stand it, nah
Your girls what to come back to us
My guys pull-up in foreign cars
Two girls in a blacked out car
Big back I might wanna smack that ass
Touch shit then I might dash you far
No worse manner don't talk to much (nope)

If I pull-up with a shooter man, he might shoot a man
Kidnap your daughter, they call me the boogeyman
Slit your throat, with my bloody hands you don't understand
Call up big dad, hit 'em with the juju man

I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink this Glock between your lips
I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink this Glock between your lips
I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip
So close your eyes as I sink