paroles de chanson Battle Royale (Haters Instrumental VIP) - Apashe

Hear the sound of the bells when the law gone
And the boys will leash hell when the wars on
Blood thirsty when the dogs put the gloves
You gone go tell the medic "put a little bit of
Gause on"
Put 'em on the battlefield where they click
And ignorant niggas are trynna miss what i say
Uh
Your man's a bitch you put a purse on him, get

The wild niggas throwin red deaths on him
Im the general, i can be worth something
My soldieres is ready to put a black hurse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, wreck 'em. and a requiem,
And throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of
Dirt on 'em
Dirt on 'em, throw a little dirt one 'em
Trigger fingers in the air I put a little work on 'em.
Work on 'em put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em
Hear the sound of the bells when the law gone
And the boys will leash hell when the wars on
Blood thirsty when the dogs put the gloves
You gone go tell the medic "put a little bit of
Gause on"
Put 'em on the battlefield where they click
And ignorant niggas are trynna miss what i say
Uh
Your man's a bitch you put a purse on him, get
The wild niggas throwin red deaths on him
Im the general, i can be worth something
My soldieres is ready to put a black hurse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, wreck 'em. and a requiem,
And throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of
Dirt on 'em
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em