CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : John Wick
[Twisted Insane]
Murder in the dark, night time type voodoo shit
They don't wanna f*ck around and get up in the ring, bing, I'm cuckoo sick
New to this? Nah, little niggas I be at 'em when the buku hit
Serve a nigga with the redrum, when the lead come they doodoo sick
Mobbin', killin' everybody in the building, Bin Laden
Always goin' on the solo, nigga, Batman, no Robin
Niggas all up in my inbox wonder when's Voodoo droppin'
I'ma hit 'em all up on a Halloween with the bada-bing, no stoppin'
I'm
[Twisted Insane]
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
John Wick
John Wick
Load it up, cock it back, nigga, blow ?hate?
Watch your bitch splash on the ?channel all day?
Gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it's turnin' grey
Bodies turnin' like revolvers
Be afraid, nigga, when I call ya
Bloody fingerprints on the .44
John Wick, bitch, kickin' in your front door
[Twisted Insane]
I don't wanna be the one to stay up on the gun flare like who to sit
It's gon' be a [?] gun shit, 21 dead and you was fit
Put you in a barbecue pit with the true sick, put you to bed
They don't wanna meet the Baron Samedi, I promise it will be all Voodoo redI bring you doom
They don't wanna know what type of magic I be doin' in my room
Never know when I be lurkin', servin' in the hallways I loom
Really I be f*ck around till this beat here go boom
Drinkin' liquor when I'm gettin' sicker, you gon' find a nigga with the have-nots
All my life I sat around and wondered would I ever make it to the rag top
Ain't nobody on my level, speakin' with the devil, he don't want me comin' in this bed
I'ma keep on choppin' everybody up and eatin' rappers like a ham hock
Five shamrocks, got me holed up in the kitchen with the pistol, ready for the funk
Many wanna bring it, I'ma keep on swingin', brazed out on Bloods
I be laughin' when I look at people always wanna bite my shit daily
Anybody wanna go against me then I show no love
Nigga
[Twisted Insane]
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
John Wick
John Wick
Load it up, cock it back, nigga, blow ?hate?
Watch your bitch splash on the ?channel all day?
Gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it's turnin' grey
Bodies turnin' like revolvers
Be afraid, nigga, when I call ya
Bloody fingerprints on the .44
John Wick, bitch, kickin' in your front door
Murder in the dark, night time type voodoo shit
They don't wanna f*ck around and get up in the ring, bing, I'm cuckoo sick
New to this? Nah, little niggas I be at 'em when the buku hit
Serve a nigga with the redrum, when the lead come they doodoo sick
Mobbin', killin' everybody in the building, Bin Laden
Always goin' on the solo, nigga, Batman, no Robin
Niggas all up in my inbox wonder when's Voodoo droppin'
I'ma hit 'em all up on a Halloween with the bada-bing, no stoppin'
I'm
[Twisted Insane]
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
John Wick
John Wick
Load it up, cock it back, nigga, blow ?hate?
Watch your bitch splash on the ?channel all day?
Gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it's turnin' grey
Bodies turnin' like revolvers
Be afraid, nigga, when I call ya
Bloody fingerprints on the .44
John Wick, bitch, kickin' in your front door
[Twisted Insane]
I don't wanna be the one to stay up on the gun flare like who to sit
It's gon' be a [?] gun shit, 21 dead and you was fit
Put you in a barbecue pit with the true sick, put you to bed
They don't wanna meet the Baron Samedi, I promise it will be all Voodoo redI bring you doom
They don't wanna know what type of magic I be doin' in my room
Never know when I be lurkin', servin' in the hallways I loom
Really I be f*ck around till this beat here go boom
Drinkin' liquor when I'm gettin' sicker, you gon' find a nigga with the have-nots
All my life I sat around and wondered would I ever make it to the rag top
Ain't nobody on my level, speakin' with the devil, he don't want me comin' in this bed
I'ma keep on choppin' everybody up and eatin' rappers like a ham hock
Five shamrocks, got me holed up in the kitchen with the pistol, ready for the funk
Many wanna bring it, I'ma keep on swingin', brazed out on Bloods
I be laughin' when I look at people always wanna bite my shit daily
Anybody wanna go against me then I show no love
Nigga
[Twisted Insane]
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
Brazy, ain't no maybes
Black Mercedes pullin' up at night
John Wick
John Wick
Load it up, cock it back, nigga, blow ?hate?
Watch your bitch splash on the ?channel all day?
Gun start to bubble like champagne
[?] on the floor now it's turnin' grey
Bodies turnin' like revolvers
Be afraid, nigga, when I call ya
Bloody fingerprints on the .44
John Wick, bitch, kickin' in your front door
