Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song InLovingMemory, artist - BONES. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
InLovingMemory |
| Walk up in your spot and block and turn it to a grave |
| Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave |
| Every day, every chance I get I take on the stage |
| In my grave, either way I’m gettin' paid |
| Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face |
| Ear to ear, I’m who they fear, they know I bloody up the place |
| Grip that pistol with precision, end up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead, |
| dead |
| Like I’m filmin' |
| «Ooh, ooh,"what they singin' |
| BONES keep kickin', fuck it up, rippin', got time to show no sympathy |
| Men in Black, don’t remix it, I want him to remember me |
| Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry |
| I’m spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit |
| This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don’t stop until I hit |
| Them forty-six's on me flip and now everybody but fifty |
| So here, I went in by your bed, I need to simmer down |
| Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound |
| Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound |
| Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound |