B.G. şarkı sözleri
BEG! too fashionable, I cannot f*ck with evil
Fascists all around me, I can’t be seen with you
Whole lotta reapers, up in the cut
Had to leave that place, and vomit up my guts
It’s too many goons, and I had enough
Death of what it means, to be a punk
I shed black leather wings, for pink trunks
I do anything, for a sweet release
Whole lotta bodies in the cut start to cease
Vomit mixed with bodies turns to a fuckin plague
And when it’s all said and done the evidence is vague
I’m in it for the sweet release of death
And to let go of my final breath
Kiss of death
I’m in the cut and I’m with BEG!, you know wassup
No questions, no if, ands, or buts
I got dirt on my jeans and dirt on my heart
All my clothes from Japan, yours is just from Walmart
My weed loud like a fan and it’s stinky like a fart
Turn the elevator to a smoking room
He said he was scared when he saw us, sweep 'em up, just like sawdust
Raking this cash in feel like, feel like Autumn!, finna watch the trees blossom,
And I’m off the xan but I’m not stopping
Just like bubble wrap we pop 'em,
They say stop pills, but I keep poppin'
Took too many, now I’m nauseous,
F*ck taking precaution, I finally lost it!
Blood on sequins, I don't care
I have dirty bugs up in my hair
Fucked up I 3'd it
But I'm not there
I move diesel elsewhere
Dying in an aisle, Cat Heaven lifestyle
Snuff myself every single time I see u smile
Nail file lookin dirty
I let em stare cuz I don't even care
Cat Heaven abattoir, I move seapunk pack
Driving baby pink love in a Cadillac
Drinking dragon fruit blood juice I'm going hard
Eradicate Webcam Girl I got scars
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