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I push 'em back, I lay 'em flat You sendin' shots, motherfucker, I send 'em back Your shit is whack, you will get packed Smokin' thrax, bitches think I'm white trash Looked in the mirror, I'm lookin' mad So I turn your music on 'cause I really need to laugh You twistin' fingers, you think you're bangin' Better watch what you're claimin' Bitch, you better watch your back I could never give a fuck about a person tryna come for me D-I-E, R.I.P. anybody steppin' up to me Tombstone terrorist, headstone heathen How you finna take me out when I ain't even breathin'? I push 'em back, I lay 'em flat You sendin' shots, motherfucker, I send 'em back Your shit is whack, you will get packed Smokin' thrax, bitches think I'm white trash One to the two, BONES comin' for you Three to the four, better call your crew Five to the six, better lock your shit Seven to the eight, better hide your bitch (what, what) Matte black hearse, baby girl, this ain't no drop top Catch him at the red, make his wheels and his heart stop Lightin' up the blunt, hit the road when it's dark out Steppin' with the smart mouth, your dumbass gettin' stomped out SESH on the tennis chain, Harley on the neck tat Focus on my craft, you just buggin' 'bout your next bag Whatever you dream of, you will never get that You will never get far, pussy boy get back Ash on my shirt, got blood in my eyes Sound of the blade make him drop his disguise S-O-S, never be the best You'll never be BONES, bitch, you'll never be SESH I push 'em back, I lay 'em flat You sendin' shots, motherfucker, I send 'em back Your shit is whack, you will get packed Smokin' thrax bitches think I'm white trash
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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