| Backed in, get back
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| Insane, pack out
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| Packin', get actin', get packed out
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| Back down, pass out
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| Bones be blacked out
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| Snuck my snub nose, passed the pat down
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| Before I act out, I need the dope
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| Before I lash out, I need to know
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| Picking up my pistol, flip a riddle
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| Then I dirty blow
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| Riding in the motherfucking drop top
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| Chevy, Imma pedal to the metal
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| I’ma go like Petty
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| .45 with a .50
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| Big trunk got me heavy
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| Two shots, now he on the stairway to heaven
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| Pop pop, buck shot
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| Bitch shut the fuck up
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| If you live to tell, bitch you done lucked up
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| I’m the living hell and I know that’s fuckd up
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| Brain in a cell, if they call, I’m locked up
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| Bad to th bone, bone
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| Heart made of chrome, chrome
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| Ice in the chain got my blood running cold, cold
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| Looking at my catalog
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| Face on my lone, lone
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| Looking at the world like it’s all your fault, fault
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| Hundred K flow, put em up in a vault
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| Nobody know what SESH be about
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| Only thing right with the world is us
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| No pass, just puff on the O’s in my lungs
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| HealthySESH
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| Big ass blunt, light it up while I’m swerving
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| Dirty ass mouth, wash my words down with bourbon
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| Bitch I don’t rap, every verse is a sermon
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| My shooters some niggas that be burning down churches
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| Swear you all tough but we know you just actin
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| All I get is Big Love, bitch, I’m Bill Paxton
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| Luger or the .40 Glock, still not lacking
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| Left him all bloody then I threw his ass a napkin
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| Mess with my reality, yeah I’m fully focused bitch
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| Stuntin round town, getting knowledge from my older chick
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| All up on my dick, cause it’s longer than a ruler is
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| I didn’t go to college I was hanging with the hooligans
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| Give no fucks, niggas know we made it cool again
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| Ice around my neck, colder than a cooler is
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| Lock up in the spot with the gang, like a blizzard hit
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| Fuck a industry, I ain’t trynna be censored bitch
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| Built fast, life, thank god that I’m living it
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| Two girls with me I feel like John Ritter did
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| Fucking on swell I don’t know where the sitter is
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| I’m not well I’m a menace like Dennis is
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| Real start bitch, light a blunt, then I go to rock
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| Every song hit, like a bomb dropped in Iraq
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| I don’t follow rules, bitch I do what I fucking want
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| All around the globe and it won’t never ever stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DontTellMomTheBabySittersDead , by - BONES. Song from the album BURDEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп