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Data di rilascio: 15.07.2021
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Warlord Leather |
Dipped and writ his own ransom\nChest full of spliffs told the bitch it was cancer\nHit the road for some months\nFor the fan in the front row, getting punched out\nScreaming «whoa» with his hands up\nThe glorious bastard is back\nIn that hoodie like a vein that collapsed cause it’s black\nSittin' shotty in the Mazda, back of a lap and his\nDaddy lacked an answer, cause he never had one\nEyes all low on the counter what the grass done\nHigher than the mass ton\nFive star telly, nice belly on the bad one\nHeavy with the raps way cause a nigga chip em out\nBe really what attract the bitches\nSwitchin' brackets with the taxes never actin' different\nBoney nigga think he’s thin, kind of baggy\nWith some niggas that be trappin', shippin' packages\nTheir cake is up\nGot my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch\nNow I’m at the Waldorf stressin'\nFidget with the zipper on the warlord leather\nWhisky with the spliff, because it goes more better\nWhy bench him if he’s scoring under full court pressure\nPut me in coach\nPut me in coach\nI got this man I’m on fire tonight\nTelling you\nYour bitch pussy smells like Sway’s hat\nI’m like Swayze mixed with Sajak, in a straight jacket\nAim the iron at your facial bracket\nYou can’t escape great magic\nMy mind make the fishes swim in strange patterns\nDrift in the bay, Saturn\nSwitchblades, new face, get the face tatted\nInside my lungs look shattered\nHanging backwards off a ladder\nEBT card got my baby momma face on it\nBig checks with my name on it, put my name on it\nMy face is on the pen, cause I’m a G\nLooking for some other shit, send 'em down the street\nCan’t even compute on how much I spent on then retreat\nI spent up about a eleven thousand Yen just on the feet\nAnother twenty seven thousand Yen just for the heat\nPlay the guitar with my teeth (Yeyeyeye-ya)\nCoach called him off the bench, told his ass to sit down\nMotherfucker you were picked up in the sixth round\nThrow him in the tub that’s filled with hot sauce\nI’m laid back, gettin' sucked, eatin' nachos\nYou know it’s me motherfucker\n(You know it’s me)\nAnd it’s me again\nDinosaur legs in the building |