Magno lyrics
Magno lyrics
"Old School Beat Lyrics"
The Butterfly Collector Lyrics
So you finally got what you wanted You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line And when you just can't get any higher You use your senses to suss out this week's climber And the small fame that you've acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me you're still a collector There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you
So you finally got what you wanted You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line And when you just can't get any higher You use your senses to suss out this week's climber And the small fame that you've acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me you're still a collector There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you
[Magno]
It's Magno on a old school beat, 22's on a old school fleet
You ain't a Cadillac Mag, I could tell by them hoes you meet
Girls love me cause the flow's unique, it's no competition
Don't even try to rap Mag, we rock fitted's now
Throw away that snap back, if it's a Mag track then you know that's money
That's a hardwood classic, not a throwback dummy
In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey
Like a nose I got a flow that's runny, yeah
You know me, I'm down to choke and beat a hater
That's if I lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator
Y'all niggas think y'all muffle, till I break y'all face into pieces
Like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist
I got they voice breaking up, like cin
The Revelation Lyrics
[i. the blood of the lamb] can you feel the signs feel the signs are we still alive are we still alive numbers - he makes his way numbers - turn away take what you like stay with me, give me life scorch the men who wear the mark let the seas and rivers bleed into the ai
gular wireless[i. the blood of the lamb] can you feel the signs feel the signs are we still alive are we still alive numbers - he makes his way numbers - turn away take what you like stay with me, give me life scorch the men who wear the mark let the seas and rivers bleed into the ai
I cock back, and let that weaponry go
Your flows tacky, outdated like That 70's Show
Magnificent that kid, that's destined to blow
Collecting the do', put that Smith-N-Wess to your throat
Either take a deep swallow, or three hollows
Choose wisely, I treat you cats like Ron Isely
Left between the sheets, when I bust that 3-8
Got your mom's crying a river, like Justin T-lake
So go ahead, just admit I'm best
'Fore I put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test
You ain't even 'pose, to been a roller
Dealing with Mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at Kroger's
I got the cutest broads, I pull up with model chicks
That's taller, than NBA shooting guards
But Magno's, playi
Think Of Meryl Streep Lyrics
Think of how to use it, use it on the stage Think of Glenda Jackson, think of Gerry Page, Think of all the feelings wasted on this creep Think of how to use them... Think of Meryl Streep! why should I be crazy, spilling out my guts, Make a big explosion, go completely nuts? These are my emotions, mine alone to keep, I know I could use them, Think of Meryl Streep!
g the pointThink of how to use it, use it on the stage Think of Glenda Jackson, think of Gerry Page, Think of all the feelings wasted on this creep Think of how to use them... Think of Meryl Streep! why should I be crazy, spilling out my guts, Make a big explosion, go completely nuts? These are my emotions, mine alone to keep, I know I could use them, Think of Meryl Streep!
I assist her with dick, and then we blazing a joint
I keep on displaying the point, that I'm the coldest
I'm the joystick, I control this
That's why your ex, still wanna page
My album gon sell, like X pills at a rave
The Rookie of the Year, gon make a mill in a day
If it don't, I'm making mills from the game
I never beg for pennies, think different
Better scramble, like some eggs at Denny's
I got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me
I'ma squeeze, till your head is empty
Magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous
People sleeping on your flows, like church service
Cause you worthless, who messing with Mag
Keep talking, you'll be missing a dad
Matter fac
Waarom Gaan de Verkeerde Mensen Dood? Lyrics
Waarom gaan de verkeerde mensen dood Waarom blijven er zoveel zeikerds leven In mijn omgeving weet ik er meer dan zeven Ach ik ken er zo een hele sloot Van die types, enkel bezig met hun werk Ze hebbben maar 1 doel, dat is de poen Ze willen een gigantisch saldo op hun zerk En gaan door, door tot het miljoen Waarom gaan de verkeerde mensen dood Ik heb al veel te veel vrienden zien sterven
you'll be missing a moms, you get abused for jokingWaarom gaan de verkeerde mensen dood Waarom blijven er zoveel zeikerds leven In mijn omgeving weet ik er meer dan zeven Ach ik ken er zo een hele sloot Van die types, enkel bezig met hun werk Ze hebbben maar 1 doel, dat is de poen Ze willen een gigantisch saldo op hun zerk En gaan door, door tot het miljoen Waarom gaan de verkeerde mensen dood Ik heb al veel te veel vrienden zien sterven
My balls so big, they could be used for bowling
And I don't mean to seem ferocious
My click exterminate, but I don't mean for roaches
I got lines, like a operator
Might go to Oakland, and just cop the Raiders
You just don't know man, I'll pop a hater
You got some do' man, but my knot is greater
Then nod your head, in a slow bob
I hate working, but I will take a blow job
It's Magno, I keep wrecking the flow
That's why your boy, collecting the do'
I step in the room ice chain, Mike got the ice mouth
You might see us on T.V., the ice house
A street flavor, we got that street flavor
haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah