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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
BONES
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elmo O'Connor
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JUDGE
JUDGE
Producer

Lyrics

Okay, you get money, okay, you fuck bitches Okay, you get higher than Okay, you get money, okay, you fuck bitches Okay, you get higher than anyone living Okay, you be sipping, suppressants, you mix 'em Prescriptions, you need 'em like breathing, I get it You cooler than who be the coolest and more But Bones got something that you need to know You are the same as everyone out Only the weak take the popular route Feel like you popping 'til we come around Get a big hit when they bumping your sound Think you untouchable up until now Skeleton touch will you make you turn around Vanish now, where do you think I am now? Evaporate, rise up turn into cloud Never seen you when the rains coming down I touch every drop before it touches the ground I'm real, J. Lo, Ja Rule They don't do it like I do I'm real, J. Lo, Ja Rule They don't do it like I do Check it out guys, it's your man Burning the voicebox in the fucking underground and we're back here You know what I mean, I can't wait to get my fucking Wrap my hands around this new Bones project called Unrendered You already know man, straight from the fucking underground, you know what I mean? You know, every now and then he drops that singing pussy shit But we can get past that as long as he keeps dropping those bangers (Yo, if you're listening to this Bones, stop with the pussy shit) Aye man, keep dropping those fucking bangers And we're gonna keep showing up man, know what I mean? Gotta give us that real shit, dawg But anyways (that fucking skinny white pimp, man) Hell, yeah
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