Ritual (Acoustic)

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K Money - Rap, Toronto Rap

Ritual (Acoustic)

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[Intro: K Money] Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the— [Chorus: K Money] And he ain't tryna hop off the porch If he hop off the porch, he gettin' hit with this torch Boom, nineteen, wish he'd die a lil' older Fifteen a lil' young 'til hе get hit by a bolder Did he actually got hit in thе shoulder? Smoke, he got hit in his head, it was over I'm smokin' on T, I can never be sober (What?) That's just how family function [Verse 1: K Money] We droppin' the H, he ain't never did nothin' Okay, let me see somethin' Full court press and the opps get to drummin' I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' this [?] I'm spinnin' these blocks and these niggas be runnin' I'm shootin' it first for the opps [?] Block got a [?], family is hurt Trigga bap (Ah), I did it first (Ah, ah, ah) Me and Arcane in the cut, tools, sticks, we are ready We up in the Chevy like Jason and Freddy If we see a opp, we got pole and it's ready (Boom) [?] got shot in his shit, now he runnin' like Terry (Boom, boom, boom) Like JWay, TB smoked his head (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Rondo, [?] I've seen Casper shoot him dead (Boom, boom, boom) Like, fuck it, I'ma [?] pack [Chorus: K Money] And he ain't tryna hop off the porch If he hop off the porch, he gettin' hit with this torch Boom, nineteen, wish he'd die a lil' older Fifteen a lil' young 'til he get hit by a bolder Did he actually got hit in the shoulder? Smoke, he got hit in his head, it was over I'm smokin' on T, I can never be sober (Like) That's just how family function [Verse 2: DD Osama] I'm on a highway, I'm doin' the dash (Yeah) I'm doin' two hundred, hopin' I don't crash (Baow, baow) I'm in the Track' and this shit goin' fast (Yeah) When I'm drivin', a blick on my lap (Baow, baow) I ain't stoppin' for cops, I ain't stoppin' for nothin' Have my foot on the gas, I know that I'm [?] When I'm drivin' this car, bro [?] thuggin' Yeah, that's right All the cops on us, now we get away (Away) Like I promise, I'm winnin' the race (Uh-huh) And I found one of mine hop on the plane Might buy me a jets to fly out the states (Yeah) Look at this life that we winnin' great If you lose your [?], that's the mistake Can't do that, gotta win the race So I'ma keep goin', never hit the brake [Chorus: K Money] And he ain't tryna hop off the porch If he hop off the porch, he gettin' hit with this torch Boom, nineteen, wish he'd die a lil' older Fifteen a lil' young 'til he get hit by a bolder Did he actually got hit in the shoulder? Smoke, he got hit in his head, it was over I'm smokin' on T, I can never be sober That's just how family function [Outro] Let the bodies hit the floor Let the—

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  • K Money
  • DD Osama