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Zdenek Vesely
Zdenek Vesely
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Uh Fill 'em up Ayy Reddy nauseous when he pops, it's a hazard, then he bombs Drinking way too many shots, fall and faint, then puke 'em shards Mothefucker, I'ma drain, so sick of being blamed For the stuff in my brain, bitch, I'm no fucking sane I'ma pull trigger, trigger, pow-pow, then you figure Got blood on a finger, hide the body, I won't linger Pow-pow, hit your face with a shovel when you getting up It's that south Beam killer, bitch, fuck him up! Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow You tell me something bad, then, bitch, I'm cynical, get medic 'Cause I'm fucking you up bad, it might get lethal, bitch, I'm heavy Just another one to bust, why you breaking all my trust? I'm on fucking nos, bitch, just turned in a dust Smoking on big pack, do-si-do Tryna keep up, you don't want that smoke, bitch, I roll like four by four Pop that trunk, gon' feel me though, I can't trust no silly hoes I don't fuck with that Henny shit, too busy mixing medicines Fish scale in my brain, blood stains fall like rain And my chain, go insane, diamonds busting out of frame, damn I pour more pints than an oil change, aw man It ain't hard to maintain Bitch, we on the same thing, pockets full of dead faces All hunnits loose change, gripping on your bitch thigh Sad she want my last name, woe, I'm out in Poland Still get you bitch ass hoes shot, popping pills the motion And I'm moving 'til I pass out, think I need to slow it down Gucci on my toes now, remix flip my dope now Cook it on the stove, wow, kill it when I show out Please send my condolence, water whipping drowning, woah-woah Redy, redy, redy Redy (fuck him up) Redy, redy Redyzedy, the fucking boss, bitch, I'm killing it like I'm SARS Faking boys come and say goodbyes, you flirt with death, rolling with a dice Only speaking in evil tongues, got that flame coming out my guns Once I hate the stupid cunts, and they don't stand a fucking chance Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow Redy, redy, redy Redy, redy, redy Redy, redy Bitch, I walk in the alley, I lay low, mothefucker, I'm high, and all day long I speak to the devil on a payphone, got hundred flows, ya'll rap with the same tone Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth
Writer(s): Zdenek Vesely, Nikita Yakouchyk, Fotis Mylonas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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