Dark Nirvana - TOP SOULJA lyrics

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Dark Nirvana - TOP SOULJA lyrics

[Verse1: Q Bangz] Im in the building like rats roaches tenants and land lords / Keep a one banger to go across yours / I leave you stiffer than the front door you entered in / Shells hit your frame body need a nutrimin / No evidence its obvious you not this nice / This verse will give you hell like the anti christ / Leave you funny like Andrew dice / The clay olay / Its s.s. county homeboy / And we don't play / It's for real, pack protection like a slow man shield / Bars carry more voltage then an eclectic eel / Don't get caught speeding like a viechal on black ice / The burner keep the palm on my iceatone / Do what I wanna stop your barraged / You couldn't beat me if you had a million quartes in an arcade / Punch you soft like cake made by intimate / Ima beat in your crib like Harry and hendersons / Im in the benz thats eyes is bugged out / You bug out out pull that snub out / Duck tape your spouse put it in her mouth / Cop back blam Sh** on her blouse / Asking your man whats the drama about / Livewire hooligan / From the land of the heartless / With ni**as who spark it / We thugin regardless b**ch! [Verse: Tilique] No Disney dream, no fairy tale / Miss me withat mickey mouse clown sh** / Empty a round quick / Third world / My mom starving for food crying on kitchen counters / My pops stacking them bills to the perfect amount of nothing / No medallion no chain to tuck in / Oh girl out somewhere s**in / Keeping all ya'll ni**as cashless from ashes to ashes to dustin / Still be emptying out my mosberg in heavin / Aiming down busting rounds at the reverend / Distributers and suppliers / My ni**as leave your tims dangleing across the wires / And I be hanging where the crooks tell stories / And since nobody cares for me / Tilique prays for he / Cause Malcolm master card charge the game for no reason / My pops a made man send you slug speeding and leave you bleeding / B**ch Ima air to a throne / Keeping hustle unknown / Only thing you know about me is my axe cologne / Soon to be in your headphones getting my head blown / Till I go on some retrone / Climbed Jacobs later to the stars of the three kings / And triple beamed on to a scale, that weighed enough to put my team in mansions / Rapping be my pa**ion / F*** what you asking! Ni**a! [Hook] Uh ha you know what it is / Q Bangz, Dark Nirvana, God Supreme, Tilique / Ya Uhha you know what it is / Young Priv Jkeys Roc-lo on the beat! (x2)