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Massacre Video (MV)




Performed By: Roney
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Tyrone Smith




Roney - Massacre Lyrics




HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun And they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

VERSE

Let me tell u summin about a shorty yo
He aint have enough so he went made a birdie go
He had a better heart but niggaz tried to hurt his soul
Diamond in the rough he blowing up he on a roll
I seen a youngin catch a body he just left that nigga sorry
Walk with it so calmly duffle bag he got a shottie yeh
He grew up so wassi and he bearly seen his mommY
Daddy was a goofy he know he cant be a dummy
When we were there the nights cold got me freezing and shit
I put my trust in pistols had to rubber my grip
They barking at me while i go got me talking my shit
I treat em like a pitbull put a lock on that bitch
And that burner clip full yah its filled to the tip
U see my only nightmares that i wont die rich
And Not a nigga i fear thats considered a sin
I got blood in my tears so I'm holding em in

HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun
But they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

VERSE

We were there the nights cold had to ride with my gang
R.i.p to murda marz he was pushing a stang
Sealand died his dad died his mom I'm feeling her pain
I was locked in children's aid had to walk through the rain
You know these friends are fake let my fans wait to see a better me
No segregate locked up doing good but i seen better days
My dawg gon celebrate when i elevate
That boy he so fake he like anime
Let me see a op today that boy he get shot today
Big ol stick on me im grabbing it send shots like Alize
We cant take no check if it cant fit up in my debit
They try check a G send em to heaven 187 yah
187 yah big ol mac 11
My young boy a slime but he riding he dont slither yea
My young boy a slime but he riding he dont slither yea
My boy he so sliiiiiime

HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun and they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

OUTRO

Off the calendar
Wack u off the calendar
My nigga he slime but he riding he dont slither yah
My nigga he ride!
Spin his block like im a ceiling fan
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HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun And they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

VERSE

Let me tell u summin about a shorty yo
He aint have enough so he went made a birdie go
He had a better heart but niggaz tried to hurt his soul
Diamond in the rough he blowing up he on a roll
I seen a youngin catch a body he just left that nigga sorry
Walk with it so calmly duffle bag he got a shottie yeh
He grew up so wassi and he bearly seen his mommY
Daddy was a goofy he know he cant be a dummy
When we were there the nights cold got me freezing and shit
I put my trust in pistols had to rubber my grip
They barking at me while i go got me talking my shit
I treat em like a pitbull put a lock on that bitch
And that burner clip full yah its filled to the tip
U see my only nightmares that i wont die rich
And Not a nigga i fear thats considered a sin
I got blood in my tears so I'm holding em in

HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun
But they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

VERSE

We were there the nights cold had to ride with my gang
R.i.p to murda marz he was pushing a stang
Sealand died his dad died his mom I'm feeling her pain
I was locked in children's aid had to walk through the rain
You know these friends are fake let my fans wait to see a better me
No segregate locked up doing good but i seen better days
My dawg gon celebrate when i elevate
That boy he so fake he like anime
Let me see a op today that boy he get shot today
Big ol stick on me im grabbing it send shots like Alize
We cant take no check if it cant fit up in my debit
They try check a G send em to heaven 187 yah
187 yah big ol mac 11
My young boy a slime but he riding he dont slither yea
My young boy a slime but he riding he dont slither yea
My boy he so sliiiiiime

HOOK

I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun and they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road f*ck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar

OUTRO

Off the calendar
Wack u off the calendar
My nigga he slime but he riding he dont slither yah
My nigga he ride!
Spin his block like im a ceiling fan
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Writer: Tyrone Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)

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