Whole Lotta Grey - $uicideboy$/Shakewell.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph
[00:00.886] I got— I got—
[00:03.634] I got— I got— (Two to beam up, Scotty)
[00:05.728] I got a .40 on my hip, I got a thirty up my nose
[00:08.457] I got twenty inch rims, holdin' it down with ten toes
[00:11.343] I got zero time for hoes (Sorry, ladies), *59 is the gang
[00:14.444] I'm just sayin' how it goes, I'm just showin' off my fangs
[00:17.351] All these lames, all these dames, all these chains, I can't do it
[00:20.343] All this fame, all these claims, it's all the same, I think I'm movin' (Yeah)
[00:23.428] Barbed wire around my body, Oddy **** with nobody (No)
[00:26.441] I made millions off a hobby, still feel anxious in a lobby, yeah
[00:29.802] Yeah, it's like my soul is made of real tree camouflage
[00:32.916] I'm in a Dodge in a garage huffin' exhaust, huh, yeah
[00:36.604] Realest thing about me is my middle namе Norman
[00:39.108] This whole time y'all have been witnеssin' my Joker performance (Hahaha)
[00:42.204] Yeah, I don't give a ****, I'm over it
[00:44.738] Take me off my leash and then meet Ruby da ****in' Doberman
[00:47.739] Titties, cars, outfits stupid trends on social media
[00:50.724] All I see are demons conjuring up pedophilia (Ugh, y'all nasty)
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[01:01.078] I got— huh, I got— huh
[01:03.949] I got— I got— (Two to beam up, Scotty)
[01:05.189] I got Glocks with no kick (Buck), I got Ks with a switch (Yeah)
[01:08.334] I got head I can't forget from a young New Orleans witch (Bitch)
[01:11.481] I got Xans in my— I got, uh, lemme check
[01:14.277] That's your whole life's work on my mother****in' wrist (Ooh-ooh)
[01:17.378] I got chains I don't wear (What?), I got pain in my glare (Yeah)
[01:20.319] **** your song, I don't care (Nah), **** your gang, it don't compare (Grey)
[01:23.295] If I hang it's in the air, got it tatted on my throat (What?)
[01:26.324] I'm the antonym of broke, change my legal name to GOAT (Wet, wet, wet)
[01:29.267] She like, "Oh my God, why you go that hard?"
[01:32.072] Everything that Wetto touch, it turn to avant-garde
[01:35.195] More junk than Pull-A-Part, just put some in my arm
[01:38.170] They call me Track Mark Shawty, shoot like Jason Bourne (Shoot, shoot, shoot)
[01:41.668] Told Shake I need a hunnid pack, throw my dog a hunnid racks
[01:44.626] Carryin' the gang, you would think I got a hundred backs (North)
[01:47.598] Googlin' my net worth, that won't even cover tax
[01:50.662] Still that boy up out the shack, fix your mouth and run it back (Wet)
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[02:00.749] I got— I got—
[02:03.849] I got— I got— (Two to beam up, Scotty)
[02:05.424] I got nothin' else to say that already ain't been said (Oh no, no)
[02:08.351] I got people want me dead 'cause of messages I ain't read (I ain't read)
[02:11.372] I got fifty-nine problems, I'll solve 'em with FNs (FN, yeah)
[02:14.332] Nine times out of ten it be always your best friend (Best friend, yeah)
[02:17.347] I got sweat drippin' fent' out my pores
[02:20.004] And demons dance around, cut 'em down with my forceps
[02:22.943] She cream on my cock when she bop in her corset
[02:25.877] I'ma hug the block with my Hellcat and my Kel-Tec, hell-bent
[02:29.743] **** a mood ring, I got mood swings and ARs (Pop, pop)
[02:32.683] Drivin' too sus', I put thirty in your new car (Oh no, no)
[02:35.671] That boy don't drink, this .300 make him blackout
[02:38.680] Hit her from the front, but this backstroke make her tap out
[02:41.718] Fire-fire-fire-fire, SMG the *59
[02:44.453] It go "la-la-la-la", .223 the backline
[02:47.262] Let it sing, let it sing like my Springfield XD9 (Okay)
[02:50.362] Yeah, my Glocky Regis Philbin, that boy need a lifeline (Sip)