You gonna be kissing my Gun
Six shots to the head for fun
No toe tag cuz the toes getting chopped off
Bodies drop when I drop
Motherf*ckers really want the smoke, light a cig
I'm sick to the bones (f*ck)
Brick by brick
Your bitch getting dicked down
Ich gebe keine ficks like I am a pope
Oh no
Dead Akuma flowing like a ghost
Pack this track in my backpack, sitting on my throne
Made out of bones
I stack the dead and then heck some necks, till they slack and crack my world is black
Rolling stones
I will rest in the graveyard
Coffin painted red from my blood loss, my opps
These motherf*ckers getting bodied down like It's black ops
But they hit my head f*cking headshot
I'm Falling
(Dead)
Dead to the ground
Make a bet that my black crown is stuck to my skull, never show
One of my lows on a show
Or I spray with the M4 one thousand rounds in the crowd
(f*ck)
DEAD AKUMA - KISS MY GUN Lyrics
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You gonna be kissing my Gun
Six shots to the head for fun
No toe tag cuz the toes getting chopped off
Bodies drop when I drop
Motherf*ckers really want the smoke, light a cig
I'm sick to the bones (f*ck)
Brick by brick
Your bitch getting dicked down
Ich gebe keine ficks like I am a pope
Oh no
Dead Akuma flowing like a ghost
Pack this track in my backpack, sitting on my throne
Made out of bones
I stack the dead and then heck some necks, till they slack and crack my world is black
Rolling stones
I will rest in the graveyard
Coffin painted red from my blood loss, my opps
These motherf*ckers getting bodied down like It's black ops
But they hit my head f*cking headshot
I'm Falling
(Dead)
Dead to the ground
Make a bet that my black crown is stuck to my skull, never show
One of my lows on a show
Or I spray with the M4 one thousand rounds in the crowd
(f*ck)
Six shots to the head for fun
No toe tag cuz the toes getting chopped off
Bodies drop when I drop
Motherf*ckers really want the smoke, light a cig
I'm sick to the bones (f*ck)
Brick by brick
Your bitch getting dicked down
Ich gebe keine ficks like I am a pope
Oh no
Dead Akuma flowing like a ghost
Pack this track in my backpack, sitting on my throne
Made out of bones
I stack the dead and then heck some necks, till they slack and crack my world is black
Rolling stones
I will rest in the graveyard
Coffin painted red from my blood loss, my opps
These motherf*ckers getting bodied down like It's black ops
But they hit my head f*cking headshot
I'm Falling
(Dead)
Dead to the ground
Make a bet that my black crown is stuck to my skull, never show
One of my lows on a show
Or I spray with the M4 one thousand rounds in the crowd
(f*ck)
Writer: Felix Topolewski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid