Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carnival Corpse , by - Fijimacintosh. Release date: 23.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carnival Corpse |
| Dress to impress, your bitch wet 'cause my neck |
| Ho, this water VVS, she’s a pet, I’m a vet |
| It’s a death to my threat, it’s a death to my ex |
| It’s a thot from the 'jects, she gon' fuck 'cause I’m next |
| Haters made, need a pack |
| Diamonds clear, just like glass |
| You talk shit, where you at? |
| Sippin' that lean out the glass |
| Play by the cards a nigga was delt |
| I fuck on your broad then put her on the shelf |
| I got two Glocks, the bitches, they help (Yeah) |
| I got a mop, cleaning by myself (Yeah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah) |
| Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah, woah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Brazy, woah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy |
| Lean with the Wock' (Wock') |
| Made me lean, made me rock (Rock) |
| I need lean in my stocks (Stocks) |
| In New York, I milly rock (Yeah) |
| I can’t hide it in my socks (Woo) |
| Cops come, we haul ass (Woo) |
| I got beams on my Glock (Woo) |
| And I shoot it, up the glass (Bitch), yeah, yeah |
| Baby, know we in it for the long ride (Bitch) |
| I ain’t gotta sprint, this been a long ride (Bitch) |
| Long time coming, it’s my damn time |
| Bitches look at me and say I’m handsome |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me |
| Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah, woah, woah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Woah, woah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy |
| Lean with the rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Got my soda filled with Wock' |
| Got a problem with the gang |
| You can meet my brand new Glock (Brrt) |
| Cryin' Codeine tears in a brand new lear |
| Diamonds water like a tear |
| Youngest flexer of the year |
| Your bitch singin', tote my Glock |
| Bitch, I’m really on the block (Huh?) |
| I got Ms in my bank account and I ain’t 21 (21) |
| Bitch, you dumb, keep a drum |
| Bitch, I come from the slums |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, brrt) |
| Your bitch stuck like a bunt |
| I got rich off the plug |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me |
| Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah, woah, woah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Woah, woah) |
| Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
| Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy |