Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin' $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care-, Norfside, Shit, where the fuck that been R.I.P, $lick $loth Playa hataz surround me Like vultures on a dead body Get the fuck from 'round me Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend White boy with the nappy hair Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh Bunch of all you thirsty 30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass Walkin' off this playa's nuts Test your luck, might catch slugs This that middle finger up Shit, fuck a bitch And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it Tell me really How does it feel? If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin Fuck the fluxes no competition We got the leverage Fuck you punks we stock weapons 47's 45's Tec's Poles on deck cut throat boy There's more than one reason that I'm a- Broke boy ain't broke I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread Now I've seen the globe Puff another load Sitting in another lead pipe Cause my pockets got a lot of So them fuckboys will follow, yeah Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort It's a tough pill to kick Always fall short Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death Than I was when I was poor Cooking pizzas in the kitchen passin' out on the couch I'll die from being bored He'll die from bein' bored Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
[Intro: $LICK $LOTH] Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin' $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care- Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been? R.I.P $lick $loth [Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH] Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy) White boy with the nappy hair Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh Bunch of all you thirsty Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass Boy, get off this playa's nuts Test yo' luck, might catch slugs This that middle finger up Shit, fuck a bitch And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it Tell me really (How does it feel?) If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage Fuck you punks, we stock weapons .47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck Cut Throat, boy There's more than one reason that I'm a- [Verse 2: YUNG $NOW] Broke boy, ain't broke I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe Muffaletta loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a hoard Now I'm smokin' more ports And I'm closer to death than I was when I was poor Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch I'll die from being bored (He'll die from bein' bored!) Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
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This shit heals the soul🔥🔥🙏🏽
this slaps so hard
Is there any of us left
giving you the lucky 13th thumbs up
thank you mate :D
Amazing
Kendrick Lemur you are So good ;] Greetings from Poland ;D
thank you from jewish city ozarow
Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow,
$care-, Norfside, Shit, where the fuck that been
R.I.P, $lick $loth
Playa hataz surround me
Like vultures on a dead body
Get the fuck from 'round me
Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend
White boy with the nappy hair
Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh
Bunch of all you thirsty
30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass
Walkin' off this playa's nuts
Test your luck, might catch slugs
This that middle finger up
Shit, fuck a bitch
And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
Tell me really
How does it feel?
If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin
Fuck the fluxes no competition
We got the leverage
Fuck you punks we stock weapons
47's 45's Tec's
Poles on deck cut throat boy
There's more than one reason that I'm a-
Broke boy ain't broke
I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread
Now I've seen the globe
Puff another load
Sitting in another lead pipe
Cause my pockets got a lot of
So them fuckboys will follow, yeah
Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
It's a tough pill to kick
Always fall short
Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore
Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death
Than I was when I was poor
Cooking pizzas in the kitchen passin' out on the couch
I'll die from being bored
He'll die from bein' bored
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue
Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword
Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
flames vro💯🔥
Fuckin love it, its even more saddo
While high
_...how does it feel?_
💞
$UP3R
[Intro: $LICK $LOTH]
Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care-
Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?
R.I.P $lick $loth
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)
White boy with the nappy hair
Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
Bunch of all you thirsty
Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass
Boy, get off this playa's nuts
Test yo' luck, might catch slugs
This that middle finger up
Shit, fuck a bitch
And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
Tell me really
(How does it feel?)
If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage
Fuck you punks, we stock weapons
.47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
Cut Throat, boy
There's more than one reason that I'm a-
[Verse 2: YUNG $NOW]
Broke boy, ain't broke
I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe
Muffaletta loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets
Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes
Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah
Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick
Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a hoard
Now I'm smokin' more ports
And I'm closer to death than I was when I was poor
Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch
I'll die from being bored
(He'll die from bein' bored!)
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue
Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword
Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn