| Long hair, don’t care
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| Bitch, I don’t give a fuck
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| Open me up in a new window
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| Talking about that bong sharing
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| Lawn chair chilling in the kitchen
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| Scrim is whipping up the dope while I’m playing Nintendo
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| Slit my lymph node
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| Fuck the lime light
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| Bitch, that’s my kinfolk
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| Been throwed since '94
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| Dick throwed a little bit to the left til' I find the right hoe, oh
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| Really though I hate when corny motherfuckers say they got a sick flow
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| Sounded like Carl Winslow
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| Bitch, I’m spitting Dead Snow
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| That’s a good movie
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| We can watch it, we can fuck and then you can go to bed, hoe
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| Bitch, turn off the lights
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| I can still see the glow
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| Keep it up and Ima take you home
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| Crib like an igloo, bitch
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| That’s why the call me Yung $now, oh
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| It’s that young pharaoh blowing on that Sarah Sparrow
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| Eyes looking narrow
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| Sipping lean with a sombrero
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| Rio de Janeiro paint on my fucking Chevy
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| Riding around with a bitch that looks like Lil' Debbie
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| Now tell me what you know
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| Young Vincent Van Goh
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| Lil' John Macenroe
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| Put the blade to my throat
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| It’s that $uicide
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| My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state
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| The psycho professor, the demon possessor but never the lesser, soul mate
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| In a grey state
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| Watch me raise the crime rate
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| Welcome to Hell’s gates, bitch
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| I’m that flaming dragon
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| Seven heads and draped in satin
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| Speaking tongues in Latin
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| Young death, Lil' famine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tempura , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album KILL YOURSELF Part VIII: The Seppuku Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп