Letra

Bitch like that, but I hope you know Youngin on my dope, feeling like Juno I got drugs up in my lungs The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what?) I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em (hey) Chrome metal, both fades on the medal (hey) There's blood on my weapon, I can smell it (damn) What's the bond for the case? I'ma pay it Hopping out the back of the El Dorado Dead boys pull up, dead girls follow Death in a blunt, Azul in a bottle (sip, sip, sip) Bones spit, now she down to swallow Bronco, yeah, the older model Box suites at the ball game I don't know the players, but I know the motto No, I ain't seen, don't try me Try to come between, we'll do you bad Hope your parents ain't still alive To see their only son get garbage bag'd Garbage bag, see their only son get garbage bag'd Garbage bag, yeah, yeah Banging on the trash can (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now he laying in the trash can (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Banging on the trash can (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch like that, but I hope you know Youngin on my dope, feeling like Juno I got drugs up in my lungs The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what?) I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em (hey) Chrome metal, both fades on the medal (hey) There's blood on my weapon I can smell it (damn) What's the bond for the case? I'ma pay it What? 25, that's two for 50 Feel like Mr. Allen (yeah) Can't go home where the hatred grows So I guess it's to the alley (what?) Catchin' the bitch, let me grab my list Every year I make a tally Pour a cup then I roll a blunt Bitch, death is all about balance, yeah (SESH)
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Neil Kevorkian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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