Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfucking static Toe tagging Bitch I'm bagging up the dope No ratting to the po Acting like you shy Reading the latin quote across my fucking throat Hoes go "Oh no. Heard this motherfucker likes to give burials and I don't know if I want to go with him. He invited me into his home." Gave her the number to my phone Told her "Dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me." And hopefully she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely Phone rang twice but I missed both calls I was hanging in the hall toll free
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Got a pocket fulla stones Watching Game of Thrones Bitches on the phone Tell 'em me she home alone Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die Days roll by I just wanna get high Never ever sober need drugs for my composure Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa Six feet deep Three gold teeth Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy Days of our lives Watch 'em roll by Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes Finger fucking bitches listening to No Limit West bank soldier, straight up out the NOLA When it comes to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
