- $uicideboy$ Golden Calf 歌詞
- $uicideboy$
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Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin what he seekin
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin over dead bodies layin in the pasture
Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin what he seekin
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin over dead bodies layin in the pasture
My money always gone
Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm
Slide em down my throat and swallow without water
Dead by dawn
I told yall all these dark rooms in an empty house aint nothing fun
Drugs aint for turning up
I take em now im turning numb
All these hoes trying to make me cum
But im too fucked up
She left so now im rolling blunts out of the book of Psalms
Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan
Bodies piled up on the lawn
Checkmate on all these fucking pawns
The devil got my picture drawn
The devil got my picture drawn
Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin what he seekin
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin over dead bodies layin in the pasture
Weaponary master
$carecrow in the pasture
Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the fuckin pastor
Bitch I be that bastard
These other rappers scared of
Jump a mother fucker
I aint tryna have no fair one
Lurking at the bottom cause my problems keep on adding up
Got a couple stalkers all because the $carecrow fucked them once
Kreepin with Ruby
He turns into Uzi
Cause mother fuckers keep on tryna get buck
One shot to the head
Told Uzi hes dead
Leave them to rot never cover them up
Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin what he seekin
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin over dead bodies layin in the pasture
Little bitch dont trip Im the shit
Flip the zip, Make some chip
Really quick fast money yeah I love it
Eddy Baker stay thuggin
Smoking out in public
Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man
Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man
dont worry bout where Im at bitch Im not your husband
An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzin
That pussy nigga think that he want problems but he doesnt
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin over dead bodies layin in the pasture
Prescription drugs
Misusing em
These dusty hoes
Abusing em
Im popping perc and sipping lean
Just feeding demons inside me
Dirty shotty
Glass goin pop
You said you balling
Where your knots?
Made a fortune
Whipping pots
Re up on carol city cause
Canada, canada
Run it up, fuck it up
Media, thugging and thumpin
Go and knock you off
I flick out my dick then I go and I dump her I love the bitch
Never just shut up and buckle up
How yall saying yall shit
Your numbers aint lookin to lit
Fuck you up, goin stomp you out
In ten thousand dollar outfits
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