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Denver Harbor - I'm Gonna Kill You lyrics
I seen honey and yo, I tried to hide the bulge
 And thinkin of indulgin in an all out makin
 Call out Breezely Brewin session of the flesh
 And as the matter was discussed
 This lust expressed through my reasonin
 Would help to seasonin that rump roast
 Gassin' up that blunt most incredible
 Edible vision with precision
 Had her fiendin for incision
 She's with it, yo fuck a hit it, I was sluggin for the bleacher
 As I represented, had her buggin
 Cause I reach a promised land
 Before I spread it on her jiff so on
 Must I go on play by play of the dukin
 I'll save that shit for Luke and
 As she walked me out of the abode this kid she know
 Jumped up and said "Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty
 (HOOOLD UP!
 HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!)
("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)
 Hmm.....that's different
 The paranoid feelin' my first spliff sent
 But yo, I spoke as if the riff meant no
 And I'm sayin though, hon
 I pleaded I needed bonin' history
 To crack the mystery why this nigga was fumin'
 Speakin of my tomb, and she said "Please,
 Don't even stress shit
 That's like the average call boy that I mess with
 And I guess with bein' ghetto Aphrodite
 Have your mighty wanna-be-mack-niggas stress the clitoris."
 So I considered this but also thought of his proposal
 Chorus (x2)
 Brothas on some ill shit, kill shit, comin' out they faceDenver Harbor - I'm Gonna Kill You - http://motolyrics.com/denver-harbor/im-gonna-kill-you-lyrics.html
 ("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)
 I'm home back, I feel the dome pound I ponder the yonder
 Because the jaws of money on my swanson imitated Bronson
 But fuck a death wish, all that murderous conversin
 Could never have my person cruisin' in a hearse
 Instead of on this uptown number 2
 Still I mustn't slumber, who knows the foe's mindstate
 If his fakin's nathan, then I could be swayze on the strength
 Cause at any length mad niggas see God and Santa Claus
 Gassed to the tenth exponent
 Fuck it I'll see, I'ma flex, don't it make sense
 Heads now chillin' in the room, I load the jammie
 Think about it for a second then I grab it
 Cause yo, I'd rather have it, not need it
 Then need it, and then not have it
 You follow, I swallow ghetto pride for fearin' shit
 Like honey said, "Don't stress it, just don't care
 And hit the streets like Mr. hardrock"
 But hardrocks become rock hard with rigormortis
 And respect is the commandment the diving trigger taught us
 When a dire nigga caught us off guard and scarred
 Mental agony of all sorts, at least he made a handsome corpse
 But me, I wants my wrinkles and my hairline while receding
 Honey beeps me 911 the love bone's needed
 Fuck it, I'm out...
Chorus (x2)
 Yo, check it out, turned the corner to a block
 Peoples was lookin wild rough
 And I seen shorty with the mouth by DT's with handcuff
 And gettin closer to her gate I figured that he wasn't bluffin'
 The honey I was with is strictly bodybag stuffing
(Cause I'm sayin bye-bye...)
("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)








