A La $ole - Torture Lyrics

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A La $ole – Torture Lyrics

Yo chat!
Ay yo I make work for for rap genius
Head pop on sound with mad reasons
And answers I’m selling sickness
Can’t sell a ….
Take tokes off the smoke
You’re mind’s bout to blow
The room’s gonna be spinning for some hours
A killer but never offended with bullets that I spoke
Smoke on smoke you’re bout to comatose
Drop a hard shit like acid when I’m blasting
Thinking shit hard but you’re acid try to blast it
Stepping on the street…don’t try to act sweet
Bug by the bees buzzing
Your chick leaving you cause she coming to me
If you fed her good she probably wouldn’t be hungry
Such a fool only you a miserable clown
And I’m the no free that got you roaming around

What’s up? Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya

Got the low life…these niggers
Levitating of the nick that I’m spotting
No talking, give me the respect that I deserve
For the skill or shake your vile
You get crushed like a skittle
So pimp for Imma pimp for it on my pimples
Leave you in a doggy bag never give a shit so
Your bitch begging to tell she want me to bone it
She got me she got my 9 chromosome in
Press the button till I want that’s another bonus
Stole for your bitch riding with my bonus
Excuse my French, we ain’t France
Rain a transient on your girl to trust for your nets
Off to another broke fuck off the cipher
If we do it for it…
Pile it with the flies provide it just can’t fly it
No you biting but you’ll never get the secret

Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya

It’s the L cause I do it so well
Representing Brooklyn in a fairytale
Telling you I’m in to strike out even if…
We that shit so ain’t nobody really smelling you
No selling you got a cashmere like a felling
Selling records on record
I reckon you went to the session
The Budapest in to get me on my tempo
Exposed tempos ten for
You mental I blast you for your mental
Run a show but your niggers used for your ghetto
I wasn’t fed with a silver spoon either
But if you try to take mine you gonna feeling ether
I’m eager more eager than the ego
My mind is in disguise I don’t really like people
Look through the people see the second sequel
My boss go south like CP4

Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya
Torture
Filling with the flame, torture
Trying to force us
Become your enemy when I flow ya

Yeah nigger, I done told you already
Torture motherfucker
PE47
Came back through
Shout like a pope
Cause I’m cold, I’ll know

[Lyrics to Torture by A La $ole]

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