HONEYMOON TRAVELS PVT. LTD. movie

HONEYMOON TRAVELS PVT. LTD. movie - Sajnaa Ji Vaari Vaari Jaanu Ji Mein lyrics

[Eminem:]

O' trice c'mon

[Obie Trice:] Yeah, Niggas Got Me, Imma get em, It ain't ovah.

[Hook:]

You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice

And Im poppin a clip, bout to fix this issue

Ya pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you

Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue

Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Ya seen us on the ave aint just to get you

While my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you

Cause I dont go no where without my PISTOL PISTOL

[Verse: Obie Trice]

Solemnly swear, on my daugters tears, the nigga that got em in the head

to fill it before the year ends, I hope ya inconspicuous my friend

cause once the word get back you in a world of sin (Sin!)

Bullets while hurdle at him for tryna murder whats, been determined

as the first solo african (ME!) It go platinum with an accident that

happened with maggots im alive with vengance to get back my mommas

blood pressure was affected from that my little girl needed a daddy

on the phone at a certain time exact now, and niggas act wild, when

the mac come out, ya niggas exiled (BLA-OW!) and I dont wanna hear

X - Y - Z, Im X'ing out your whole entity for tryna kill me (ME NIGGA!)

Filthy muthafuckas I'll show you a real B when hes H2B light up your

kidneys Im so sincere you're sayin it hurts this year, its not a verse

its a curse for birds an whats on your purse and over here this is obie

here im clear, niggas beware Im coming at you with firearms and yeah.(YEAH!)

Your purpose on superflowas(?) how can I be merciful when merky needs

mercenary school nigga I got paper I had your ass urgently exposed

no emergencies bring ya back ya souls, slugs shatter ya bones pat pat me

in the dome, learn this pattern we catch em at home, we wrong, thats when

automatics spurratically catch em in the abdomen another dirty muthafuckas gone.

[Hook:]

You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice

And Im poppin a clip, bout to fix this issue

Ya pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you

Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue

Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Ya seen us on the ave aint just to get you

While my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you

Cause I dont go no where without my PISTOL PISTOL

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