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8 Minute Drill (Interlude) lyrics

Performer Don Smik

8 Minute Drill (Interlude) song lyrics by Don Smik official

8 Minute Drill (Interlude) is a song in English

Bitch I'm Akuma
Out of here
We got it and we cooling like we Buellers
You ain't from the city if you ain't heard about the rumors
I know what I was dealt man, I knew I had to do this
Man I ain't have no help
All this struggle made me hungry

Bitch I love my city, rep my town like it's a country
And I'll be out my mind if I don't go run up the bounty
I'll out work them all, I'll be working till I'm paid
I guess that's why they want a nigga sitting on the one way

Petty shit like no way
And Ima get it going
Cause anyway I'm flowing, ask your bitch who she was blowing
My genes got me growing till my John look like a Boeing
And now I'm full percentage, we can finally get it going

Man fuck what y'all niggas talking bout man
Rah

Fuck y'all niggas
Ill dump y'all niggas
Ill get my Blicky and smoke y'all niggas
You done

Ain't nobody fucking with them, by tonight them niggas gone
They keep claiming they bout that life
But they be so soft, they tucking tail
Please forgive me Holy Father
I'm sending cowards down to hell

There won't be no cell, fucking with the cartel
Oh Shit

I'm in a fantasy, I'm on that ecstasy
Oh Shit

I'm on the TV, come baby see me, look it's another me
Yeah this summer we outside
I'm the new nominee

You niggas is killing me, I need me the Hennessy
Show y'all the move, show you what's good, show you I'm really him
I seen that look inside they eye on how they really feel
I never hate on one my partners
Always keep it real

Always keep it real, kill the pussy down for real
Lets Go

I run from the scene, you run from the slide
Hoe call me Big D, I'm front of the line
Where are my manners I'm starting to sin
A moment with God, is all that I need
Show me the goals that I got to achieve
Show me the power that come from within

I'm exited got a new rotation
I'm exited got a new rotation
I don't play, I'm on everything
I don't play, I be high
Hell Yea

Bitch I'm a fan of my cellular
Texting my baby, I'm texting my bitch
Bitch I'm an animal, I'm going Barnacles
Homie he carry the heat
Bitch I'm on that Adderall, need me the casserole
Need me like all of the hits
I'm on the catapult, shoot me inside
Watch me bring them all down to they knees

All this smoke on me, all this juice on me
A shout out to my lil homies, that still keep it G
I'm bout to sign a Major D, I'm bout to pop I guess we'll see
One more note before I leave

I did this all on me, you niggas can't Ball Like Me
Stealing the show, I'm feeling myself, you starting to follow me?
You see we grew up in a city where you cannot be
South freeway 110, that's why I'm Hella mean

Rah
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Writer: E. Cid
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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