THE WARCHILD - AK-47 lyrics

AK-47 [Intro] [Chorus: THE WARCHILD] Ak -47 is the favorite of my women She keeps to herself doesn't have any friends She's a girl of action she has no time to pretend When I have problems she gets rid of all of them Ak -47 is the favorite of my women She keeps to herself doesn't have any friends She's a girl of action she has no time to pretend She turns people into fertilizer for my plants [Verse 1: THE WARCHILD] I tell you it wasn't no mistake that I met you I felt you the first day that I tested you I said I'd let you explore this world and the universe at my side In my ride, the east side, the west side, I'm so proud Above clouds, avoid crowds 'cause this life is so short yo And this life is a rough road, what are we gonna do Make ourselves feel comfortable just nyam (eat) some ital (vital) food Suddenly rude, silly being crude Busting cops for fun brandish myself a tool My enemies are corps they're literally cool When oonuh (you) talk to them those bloody guys drool [Chorus: THE WARCHILD] [Verse 2: THE WARCHILD] When she speaks aloud yo, people hit the ground, so They lay in pools of blood, next to the club She doesn't speak in codes while you're in your bloody clothes Walking tip–toe trying to keep it on the low One likkle (little) sound and your body will be blown, away Cadavers in a row like corn fields in Iowa Ghetto birds, police, highway patrol, all on the road Hopping state to state, just like a toad or maybe like frog Me (I'm) dutty (dirty) like a dog, hungry like a hog, baby come here Can I get a hug, 'cause this life me tell yuh (you) / It really really s** [Chorus: THE WARCHILD] [Verse 3: THE WARCHILD] I'm head of my house, I made you my spouse When I hold you in my arms, I really get aroused Concealed, in my concubines blouse Taking you for a night out on the town it's happy hour at the bar Guinness does the trick, removing that frown off my face It's a game of truth or dare to anyone who wanna taste Blood in their mouths, or want to lose their lives Bullets fly like flies round about you, sh** Infested with maggots in a ditch Your daughter is a b**h, and mine a banana clip Your tour guide to the, (gunco*k), bottomless pit Let me get down to the bottom of this, she spits in your face