- off the lead 歌詞 Lancey Foux Working on Dying
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- Lancey Foux Working on Dying
- (Im working on dying) Whew, huh
I just hit New York, she told me, 'Welcome to the party'
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali (Yeah)
Hoppin out the Rari, she wanna **** me for the car key
I got whole lotta redbones,
Im on the phone with Playboi Carti (Whole Lotta Red)
It aint nothin to keep it real, it aint nothin to never spill
I got killers out in Brooklyn, I got killers in Brixton Hill (Boom)
Im on the M, no attempted, whether its murder or the mills (Boom)
You can catch me out in Philly * ***in with Oogie Mane and F1lth
I feel like my hands made to kill and the chopper got no chill
(Bup-bup-bup)
I can cook up the beat like Pharrell
I can **** with the snakes like Estelle (Huh?)
I can still give you greaze like Im gel (Yeah)
When you see me, greet me well
You can strip me down, Ill still shine (Shine)
**** your jeweller, **** your ice (Ice)
You can be wrong all the time (Time)
But come correct on the price (Shine)
Youve been scared all your life, Ive been workin on dyin (Dyin)
Two new hoes, black or white, you know I roll the dice (Whew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got bands in the bed, I beat off the lead
I got a bad bitch obsessed, I got her boyfriend upset
And Ive just been breakin some bread
Ill give off an arm and a leg
Why would I speak if its said?
You want some advice? (Yeah) Talk to Ted (Whew)
(Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just hit New York, she told me, 'Welcome to the party'
I just hit New York, she told me, 'Welcome to the party'
Bad Eritrean, Ethiopian, Somali-mali
Ethiopian, Somali (Chyeah)
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