Peter Rosenberg - Inf Beams lyrics

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Peter Rosenberg - Inf Beams lyrics

(Verse 1: Meechy Darko) Money can't buy happiness, dummy, it is happiness Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets Weed in them tablets, codeine and aspirin Basking in the ambience while I'm on the Ambien Collider pins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin Mescaline, psychedelic, failing with the sentencing For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry Good aim, I'll blow a n***a's brain, J.F. Kennedy Mind frame on the damn back seat of his Bentley I'm hard to tame, that's why I'm in leopard print every day You ain't 'bout that life, so it's best you never try, dog I ain't scared of d**h, that's 'cause I already died, dog Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog Motherf** the Feds, dirty money we divide, dog Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog sponsored links Freaky b**h with me, man – she'll probably lick my eyeballs (Hook) Inf beams – you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams – you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams – you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams – you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato (Verse 2: Zombie Juice) Smokin' GDP, mixed with some Chocolope Hash in the bowl, that super-duper stinky flow Juicy be the name, gettin' brain, that's a zombie's fault Flatbush n***a, Walking Dead, that's a k**er flow Smith & Wesson, catchin' wreck in your confession Want the safe, and the stash, and the ma'f**in' weapons Too much Hen, now Juice is goin' in Off tops, f** cops, we hot, you not That's why they honoring I've only been around for a second, but I'm k**in' it Not rest for the wicked, n***as stay lifted, high-cla** livin' Put the biscuit straight to your b**h lips She gon' kiss it, I am pimpin' My .44′s my bulldog – my dog shoots n***as' ears off My full mask and my AK – tear a n***a out his Chevrolet My terrier's my .22, just for the litte-a** b**h in you Two shots for my n***as on the block Said he feelin' myself, and I ain't gotta see ‘em hot Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac… Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac… (Outro) I am the one to follow, I am the role model All my tips is hollow, all my clips extended All my whips is polished, all my teeth is gold All my b**hes models All in all I'm all for the onslaught of all of y'all So all aboard everyone Awful that I must perform a Holocaust And offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across A cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher You will not refuse this offer Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer