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Baker Ya Maker - Crown Of Horns Lyrics

5 s Crown of Horns Lyrics[Verse]
Baker Ya Maker
Roll deep in the mist
DOOMSHOP is the clique
And my set is the 6
Devilish thoughts in my head
Got a playa feelin' dead
Smoke another fuckin' blunt
Just to cope what was said
The ways of the mystic
My styles so cryptic
I'm killing these bustas
With skills that are vicious
No love for these hoes
Yes my heart is a hole
Just a young white boy
From the south with no soul
Kill em, Kill em
With the funk
Bodies piled in the trunk
There's no positive in me
The cancer of love is nowhere to be found
My hope for the future's nowhere to be seen
Creep creep on the scene
With my eyes red and black
As my head hang down
Past my shoulders
Testin' my pimpin'
Now that's a death sentence
Don't fuck with me bitch
Cuz my nuts big as boulders
Just another grime fiend
With a mind of a prophet
Bout to show you what the motherfuckin' [?]
Ten toes down
With my nose to the ground
Marijuana in my lips
With a pocket full of loud
Step up if you wanna busta
Ima show you my deadly hustle
Never fear another man
Easily I break you suckasYou might also like