Desperados Testo

Chorus: My desperados, we call 'em gambinos! niggas like Melchior, Reginelli, and Pheno! (x2) Pheno This life I lead, homicides in the street so much a misery, labeled a breeder so I'm a threat to society real with killing, worldwide mafia figures thug niggas who keep there fucking fingers on triggers to the day that I'm leaving, till they stop me from breeding I bet all this motherfucker did was make up the reason for caskets, till i (???) find him dead up then blasted the get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic it might be drastic, fucking with these desperados niggas like melachior, reggenilli, and pheno! Chorus (x2) Reginelli 17 shots, coming straight to your soul Reginelli, i'm down to ride with my desperados me and my gambinos, we strap tight and all black bout to hit the fucking streets, bring the bullet combat you know the gambinos, we call them desperados we train to kill, and fill a bitch nigga body with holes my tricks slanging and burning, silver bullets you earning you cockaroches wanna fuck with me, lets go on a journey gambino family, my click, label me a thug breeder if I die, bury me with my heater they wanna kill me and make me number one eighty seven any nigga run up wrong, nigga I bust em dome cause i refuse to let a bitch nigga bury me I stay strapped and I take this war shit deep I swore to die for my motherfucking gambinos and not to worry, I'm down to ride with my desperados Chorus (x1) Melchoir Me and my desperados, busting at you bitches through stormy weather nine mili berrettas leave you haters with bloody sweaters popping these bitches thats coming for our failing riches and snitches going to pay the cost, trying to fuck over these mob figures my art of war is unknown, busting you bitches dome pistol pacikng that chrome, look at them niggas running home I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti you getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty you punk bitches gonna respect this nigga I'm the craziest motherfucker, always token a trick got my hands on four fives, nigga feel my fury I'm busting slugs until I'm buried nigga behind my desperados Gotti I take these motherfuckers across my ties and I swear on my life, these motherfuckers gonna die give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for death picture me and my desperados snatching your breath its time they call the don, representing on track where my family in this bitch? nigga, how you love that? see the money in my eyes, so i'm chasing for stacks fuck around if you wanna get your bitch ass wacked the many macs with this rapping and jacking i'm staying strapped for these bitch made niggas who wanna leave me back but fuck that, i'd rather grant an SKS and put these coward ass, bitch ass niggas to rest and you can put that on my motherfucking tatted arm a hundred strong desperados busting your dome and its on, gambinos burn the spot like saddam and i tell a motherfucker, dont cross me wrong Chorus (x4)