[Bones] Looking like Wolfwood Feeling like Vash Three moons in the sky Two blunts in my hand Blade on my waste if you trynna take a stance Zero patience, quit the playing Come and do just what you said I got money in the mattress Bones in the casket No, I don't know you But I know you ain't rapping And the teenage corpse, never catch me in a Porsche Rather creep through these alleys till I'm back up in the dirt
Riding, sliding, dollar sign eyelids Riding, sliding, dollar sign eyelids Riding, sliding, dollar sign eyelids Riding, sliding, dollar sign eyelids
[Eddy Baker] Bitch, I'm getting paid now Money in my PayPal Known as the mantle What them haters got to say now? Getting cash, life is great Eating shrimp fried rice with steak Fucking hella hoes I don't ever take 'em out on dates Me and Bones rolling up that dank Getting hella bank Smoking out the zip, All day, put away your 8 Black shades cover up my face I can't see the hate Take a Backwood to the dome Then I meditate We ain't never gave a shit, We just out here stacking chips D boy fire plus I'm higher than a mountain is Dirty money all up in my hands and I'm counting it Headed to the top Will I make it? You can count on it, bitch!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
