Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 517, artist - BONES. Album song IFeelLikeDirt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: teamSESH
Song language: English
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| 5−1-7, Mac-11 |
| Pop your fucking head, bitch |
| 2−11, riding Chevys |
| Drop it off your ass quick |
| 9−11, building seven |
| Crumpling like my casket |
| Ducking out so fast, bitch |
| Bones make it tragic |
| Feeling something like Tracy Chapman |
| Fast cars, just overlapped them |
| You drop and nobody listen |
| I MMMBop just like the Hansons |
| Two left feet, I’m never dancing |
| Let the blade stand in if I’m ever anxious |
| Out of dope, and all out of patience |
| Dug my grave, it’s time to get to laying |
| Mud cover my Rolex, I can never tell the time |
| We change the game, you stay the same |
| Rhyme after rhyme |
| 5−1-7, Mac-11 |
| Pop your fucking head, bitch |
| 2−11, riding Chevys |
| Drop it off your ass quick |
| Creeping in the back, back |
| Hop up in the back, back |
| I don’t fuck with it if it ain’t TeamSESH |
| Pussy, get back, back |
| I’m up in the back, back |
| Fuck Kevlar, I ain’t shooting for the chest |
| I will let it ride, your body cold, I make it rot |
| I get it rocking, never gonna stop me |
| Pay for your fuse, you act like you popping |
| Now I’m swinging up the coast |
| Candy paint dripping off me |
| All your flows been used before |
| Your catalogue like a swap meet |
| Crop me out the picture, try your best to banish me |
| Going ghost, Backwoods smoking |
| Inhibit your vision, I’m vanishing |
| Dropping like a damn machine |
| Don’t extend your hand to me |
| I’ll reject it, as expected |
| There’s a reason why the game hate on me |
| 'Cause I hate them all, and everyone involved |
| You make me cringe, but it’s straight |
| I needed a laugh today |
| Creep while you fast asleep |
| Dead man never pass away |
| Even when I’m gone off this planet |
| I live on and beyond with the graves |
| 5−1-7, Mac-11 |
| Pop your fucking head, bitch |
| 2−11, riding Chevys |
| Drop it off your ass quick |
| These hoes on me, I don’t love them back |
| I’m crawling on fours, I’m sipping on yak |
| These hoes on me, I don’t love them back |
| I’m crawling on fours, I’m sipping on yak |
| I keep holding on, holding on |
| Holding on, holding on |
| Holding on, holding on |
| Holding on, holding on |
| 5−1-7, Mac-11 |
| Pop your fucking head, bitch |
| 2−11, riding Chevys |
| Drop it off your ass quick |