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Lyrify.me

Cold Hearted Acapella by Tha Lochness Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2013

(Tha Lochness)
I'm sick and twisted my style for my own years
Unique I clean my iron with lions tears
I'm light on my feet and I'm flyin' with tigers fears
I'll get you wet wit a pile of flying spears
Don't cry to me, you'll be cryin' to smilin' ears
Grabbing your bitches hair and I'm ridin' till I am weary
If you don't already it's time to fear me
I recommend you try to stay clear, G
Alcoholic, the bottom of the bottle help me see clearly
I won't front, I'm fucking weird, see
I have these habits and they seem to steer me
In the wrong direction but luckily I am still here see
I can't focus in my school
Live it by my rules
Gang bang a ginger bitch, call it Piru
Hi you, blow me, or I'll blow right by you
Step to me I'll dump you in the bayou
The way I write is very systematic
Got some soft friends, but I'm hard body, so like a bed the box spring assists the mattress
Time to flip it backwards
Box spring on top means no support for this spitting addict
I know I'm not completely rhythmatic
But if there's real trouble I'll whip the gadget
Saying I'll get the ratchet
Pull a blade, I'll backflip and snatch it
I'm an evil motherfucker, I'll do some wicked magic
And have you stuffed with plastic
I mean jammed with plastique
You'll get wrapped in black sheets
Slam your whore in the backseat
Don't beg me and try and act sweet
Steam roller, you'll be flat meat
Rude awakening tryna jack me
Laugh in your face cause I pack heat
You'll get stabbed deep over whack beef
Break into your place for all of that white shit
Flick off the light switch
And buck you if you try and fight bitch
Run up on me in public and get knifed quick
Like a heroin addicts I got no problem getting poked up for my hits
I'll just come back and let the tooley click
Four four to your dome and snatch your jewellery bitch
I'll show you sucka's I don't fuck around
Long range clap you with a hundred rounds
Spiral you around so quick you'll break a hundred bones when you touch the ground
What I'm saying is, when I clutch the pound
It's in your best interest to start duckin' down
Me and my brother will come break your kneecaps when he's out the pen
Us Gucci boys is crazy and I can vouch for them
The four of us can't stay away from trouble
We ain't shook cause we brave and tussle
Saying we ain't afraid to scuffle
Anger accumulates like rain in puddles
Then we blow up like some grenades with muscles
We spread 'cross country but we all East Coasters
We cocky as fuck we always be's boastin'
We rep our shit, 902, we Scotian
Catch me in the rich neighborhood stealing Corvettes
Step the wrong way, pop your cerebral cortex
Can't stop getting sucked into this evil vortex
I've got the heart and soul of real war vets
We out here kidnapping bitches, we will store pets
Still haven't decided if I'm lethal or blessed
Me rocking magnums to these bitches equals more sex
Eight inches long will have them feel they core wrecked
Drop you home and have you open this Regals doors next
Don't talk about new wigs cause we'll peel yours next
I don't give a fuck, I'll call you and make even more threats
Then we right back in the hood wheelin' more 'Vettes
Me and my crew G as fuck
We roll deep wit a heater tucked
Can't find your bitch cause she wit us
We clowning cause we beat it up
We'll run up in your crib and clap your mama
Cause like moving a zoo I pack a Llama
Could be a S.W.A.T. member the way I'm strapped with armor
Don't play no games, I'll leave you handicapped with trauma
Heart colder than a winter in Alaska
I'll send shivers down your spine that same temperature when I'm masked up
Popping off will get a stiletto to your throat and get you jacked up
One right hook will have you feeling like you was hit by a Mack Truck
You'll get smacked up by this fat fuck if you act up and act tough
Just know if you step forward I don't back up
I'm ready to go to war in this battle field
Cause it's not likely I'll ever have a deal
But you're only going as far as a car with half its wheels
You're gonna be left to clap for meals
Don't approach me cause you know I'm packing steel
You're out here fake as fuck why you acting real?
Step the wrong way catch a tummy tuck you funny fuck
Run his ass over and have a bloody truck from the ugly duck
Nothing you can do to me is problematic
I'll side step and hit you with an atomic gadget
Balls deep in your bitches throat she's coughed and is gagging
She on her knees jaws locked and praying
Pull out, and before she can think, my guns cocked and spraying
Fuck her something crazy and leave her with her hymen popped, and shaking
I'm psychopathic
Might go at it like Go-Go Gadget
I tote ratchets
Leave my mark like Michael Jackson
Sleep soldier, I might go active
My bars hot like clubs with dyke ho action
LOCHNESS!