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Golden Calf
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddy Baker
Eddy Baker
Vocals
Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Nicholas Voutisnas
Nicholas Voutisnas
Songwriter
Jamaal Ashby
Jamaal Ashby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Letras

Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat 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, as if they were heat 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 ain't nothing fun Drugs ain't for turning up I take em now i'm turning numb All these hoes trying to make me cum But i'm too fucked up She left so now i'm 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, as if they were heat 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 motherfucker, I ain't 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 Creepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck One shot to the head, told Uzi he's dead Leave them to rot never cover them up Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat 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 don't trip I'm 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 Don't worry bout where I'm at bitch, I'm not your husband An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing That pussy nigga think that he want problems but he doesn't (really?) Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Prescription drugs, misusing 'em These dusty hoes, abusing 'em I'm popping percs and sipping lean Just feeding demons inside me 30 shot these Glocks gon' pop You said you balling, where your knots Made a fortune, whipping pots Re up on carol city cause Count it up, count it up Run it up, fuck it up, media Thugging and thumping, 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 ya'll saying ya'll the shit Your numbers ain't lookin too lit Fuck you up, go and stomp you out In ten thousand dollar outfits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Jamaal Ashby, Nicholas Voutisnas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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