Song ziyafet (seri katiller 5) asil slang & motive lyrics english

[Verse 1: Noble Slang]


All your work is stubbornness, ours is level up


Look for a hole to escape, the murderer


Olum, what does he think he is this offal?

“Kill.” we said, couldn’t pull the trigger kamil


One by one they don’t end, these wacks


Bang bang shoot Slang, go kill at least

Damn damn you want, half half fame


Go chase it with your team dirty money


Money, money, money;


Where are my Illuminati Dollars? Let’s party

(Let’s go) If


I didn’t


know you, believe me, I would n’t be


offended


Am the fucking ball, full bi ‘coward

Affairs walk does not get afraid of


bombs set up night at ten o’clock


I Do all bi’ sandbag


I stop and without the use

you give the right to the name, pussy


you’re You promised volts


You I like rap can you bitch


Yes, that ten thousand voltage


‘m ready let’s bloody Mary near flame

us by flowers harakiri location or just


come on the rhythm of the king, be mine, yes


brat cringing next to deceive you,


No pamper, flower Merco, you Doblo , crap (Püh)

Get lost bitch, stop ; Be human, lots


of share (Bam bam)


You messed with the wrong guy stupid


You ‘re like the kush I

drank , Slang threshing Stoneball you became our problem BBQ


While I was doing it with my


friends on the roof Your rapping is also mushroom, you’re a shouting bitch under me

[Chorus: Motiva, Master Slang ]


swayed in the ribs, 808 drums


Davran wasteful, burned bi ‘Bubblegum

I don’t have money left in my pocket, from my father The


apartment is overturned , our strength is from the street Your


ribs are

swinging , 808 drums (Drums) Behave wasteful ( Scramble ), burn bi’ Bubblegum(Bubble) I don’t have


money in my pocket (Money) from my father The


apartment is overturned, our strength is from the street ( Yeah )

[Verse 2: Motive]


“What is it…” he said, “…your purpose?”; I said to him, “Fam, fam.”


My character splits: I’m me, Ben 10


I couldn’t like yours, I’m deviating from the trend

What’s wrong with you from this stream with money on my arm? (O)


Hey, what’s wrong with you anyway?


I fuck your king on behalf of myself


One of closing our position even

talk to you now with the understanding bi ass’ bother


my hands, my face off, and I’m at the gate, ding dong


Tight Rap I understand if you puffin ‘gangrene

I-I-I-I Istanbul Clark Kent


Nights dönüyo’ head in our switch, O


My lyrics are not in vain, I ‘m writing with my heart I ‘m


trying but my neighborhood didn’t let me

2000 motivated when the Cartel


Sulukule ghettos, cellar doors


fold Coins, murdered rivals


enemy destroyed, the disaster we created


this series until a serial killer Rap


Tut not myself, God forgive

[Chorus: Motiva, Master Slang ]


swayed in the ribs, 808 drums


Davran wasteful, burned bi ‘Bubblegum


I don’t have money left in my pocket, from my father The


apartment is overturned , our strength is from the street Your ribs are

swinging , 808 drums (Drums) Behave wasteful ( Scramble ), burn bi’ Bubblegum(Bubble),


my pocket money (money) from my father having had


Tilting apartment, our strength from the street ( yeah )