gridlock Lyrics – funeral
Singer: funeral
Title: gridlock
Why you getting pissed off?
I’ma let my wrist talk
Kill your #ss in grid lock
Shoot up, then I drift off
I’m into extortion
Get to you extorting
Money I’m exporting
Killing you a sport then
Bloody, bloody fall
Bloody funny when they fall
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
When I make ’em hit the wall
Bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody in they tummy
Bloody, bloody it’s so funny
Watching them fall
Broad day kill ’em all
Bodies all up in the hall
You can meet me at the mall
We up at your house
When we know no one around
I’ma keep it quiet
No, I will not make a sound
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