| Drink first, drink deeply
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| From sleeping to writhing beneath me
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| Weakening/it ain’t easy
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| While she gone barely breathing
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| The money comes back greasy
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| Good pussy don’t come cheaply
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| Open her veins drink again
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| Bottomless
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| The dick is drained the bitch is trained
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| I get hunger pains riding around looking at things
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| Sliding in shadows
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| Put the glass slipper on a young ho/moon eyes
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| Sucked the pussy dry left her more dead than alive
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| Don’t act surprised/nothing lasts forever
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| From turned out on the dick to name on the whip to
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| Burned out on the strip/we'll be in it together
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| Bloodied her lip buried the treasure
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| Triple x marks the spot
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| Forget-me-not's and black roses
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| Palefaced/handon her throat/stolen moments/
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| Choking/out of pocket get broken/black moon/
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| I gotchu opin
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| Riding and smoking spit game wide as the ocean
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| Hypnotize minds mindless devotion
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| Watch you put on lotion while I light the drugs
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| Flesh by the pound but not a single drop of blood
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| Slept all day heavy curtains drawn
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| Her head on my chest heart in the palm
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| I could make a fist but the night is long
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| (Elucid)
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| The dick dont come cheap
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| Your soul to keep, touch, tease
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| Crown of her head
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| Sole of her feet
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| No other but me
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| Feed it deep
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| Pussy seize throb and cream
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| Invest in my dream
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| Hallucination machine
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| Pyramid schemes
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| For whosoever believe
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| Ask and ye shall receive
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| Slip on outta them jeans
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| Ass gleaming
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| Lebanese cedar sheen
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| Shes a keeper, portishead out the speaker
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| Earthly pleasure strung out begging for extra
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| Free to drain
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| Ain’t nothing here in my name
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| Start to pester?
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| Second thoughts
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| On to the next one
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| She bluffing dropping bread crumbs back to the rest, son
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| Lost one
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| Forked tongue in both holes
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| Heart froze
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| Toxic lows
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| Somehow keep coming back for more, sadistic
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| Casualties and statistic
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| Eating cold eels thinking distant thoughts
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| Absurd
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| Jack johnson minus purse and furs
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| She’s hooked
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| He’s got much nerve
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| Hardly invested standing on the verge of leech and lover
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| Stubborn
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| Keep her white knuckled in our throes of pleasure
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| Whatever
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| Can’t purge the kid
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| Your curse is his |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nosferatu , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп