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Black Jesus - Strapped Up Lyrics



Black Jesus - Strapped Up Lyrics
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Most these niggas pussy, most these niggas cappin. That's big facts, they big cap. We got something for all that.
Strapped up bitch, that's heavy artillery
Choppa light em up, he lit bitch, literally
Nigga run up, imma send em where the spirits be
Head shot f*ck any nigga up mentally
Pussy nigga cappin' bet he do it for the industry
Waiting at his studio, just to leave em in street
I ain't never gave a damn, that's how it's suppose to be
Gold in my chain, I be shining like a trophy be
If a nigga touches me, that is a catastrophe
I been losing count casually counting causalities
One shot separate a nigga from reality
Hit em in his brain give em split personalities
.40 on my waist if a nigga wanna battle me
.50 cal, gut shot, knocking off his calories
Run em for his wallet buying weapons with his salary
Charged up niggas get beat, assault and battery
Choppa bless a nigga like he sneezing from an allergy
Testing his mortality
Heaven where he rather be
Tried to apologize, that ain't really flatter me
Beat a nigga ass classify it as brutality
Foxy 99 out the choppa, it's a big stick
Never hear a click, cause I got me extended clips
Talking out yo dick eater, shoot em in the pussy lips
If a nigga diss me, he ain't really tryna live
This on my soul
Hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
We don't respect him cause we heard he told
Treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
Long ass barrel like the name Mississippi
Thought I was a lick now ya situation sticky
Bitch i keep a glizzy and the niggas that is with me
Houston there's a problem we be selling all the Whitney
Nigga knock wrong got a bullet in his kidney
Spin the block the twice now ya gang look dizzy
I ain't with the games why the f*ck the playing with me
Strapped up clips like a movie in ya city
Bullets like the Superbowl, give em all funeral. Everybody pass, everybody Ricky rubio
He was looking for a lick, pussy found a bullet hole
Should never tried me, should've had a different goal
Whole clip empty, body ain't viewable
Now ya gang pissed off, treat em like an urinal
Pussy better pray to God, ask em for a miracle
Choppa leave a nigga holy, now i think he spiritual
This on my soul
Hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
We don't respect him cause we heard he told
Treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
This on my soul
We hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
And we don't respect him cause we heard he told
We treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
Yeah, bitch
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Most these niggas pussy, most these niggas cappin. That's big facts, they big cap. We got something for all that.
Strapped up bitch, that's heavy artillery
Choppa light em up, he lit bitch, literally
Nigga run up, imma send em where the spirits be
Head shot f*ck any nigga up mentally
Pussy nigga cappin' bet he do it for the industry
Waiting at his studio, just to leave em in street
I ain't never gave a damn, that's how it's suppose to be
Gold in my chain, I be shining like a trophy be
If a nigga touches me, that is a catastrophe
I been losing count casually counting causalities
One shot separate a nigga from reality
Hit em in his brain give em split personalities
.40 on my waist if a nigga wanna battle me
.50 cal, gut shot, knocking off his calories
Run em for his wallet buying weapons with his salary
Charged up niggas get beat, assault and battery
Choppa bless a nigga like he sneezing from an allergy
Testing his mortality
Heaven where he rather be
Tried to apologize, that ain't really flatter me
Beat a nigga ass classify it as brutality
Foxy 99 out the choppa, it's a big stick
Never hear a click, cause I got me extended clips
Talking out yo dick eater, shoot em in the pussy lips
If a nigga diss me, he ain't really tryna live
This on my soul
Hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
We don't respect him cause we heard he told
Treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
Long ass barrel like the name Mississippi
Thought I was a lick now ya situation sticky
Bitch i keep a glizzy and the niggas that is with me
Houston there's a problem we be selling all the Whitney
Nigga knock wrong got a bullet in his kidney
Spin the block the twice now ya gang look dizzy
I ain't with the games why the f*ck the playing with me
Strapped up clips like a movie in ya city
Bullets like the Superbowl, give em all funeral. Everybody pass, everybody Ricky rubio
He was looking for a lick, pussy found a bullet hole
Should never tried me, should've had a different goal
Whole clip empty, body ain't viewable
Now ya gang pissed off, treat em like an urinal
Pussy better pray to God, ask em for a miracle
Choppa leave a nigga holy, now i think he spiritual
This on my soul
Hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
We don't respect him cause we heard he told
Treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
This on my soul
We hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
And we don't respect him cause we heard he told
We treat em like Spongebob we giving em holes
Ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
Iconic, my niggas dripped up in some gold
Demonic, my niggas turn you to a ghost
Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
Yeah, bitch
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Writer: Hova Williams
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Performed By: Black Jesus
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Hova Williams

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