| Do you believe in Jesus?
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| Yes I do
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| Well you’re going to need him
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| Bleed out these bodies
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| I’m slittin' neck as a hobby
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| While getting neck it’s so sloppy
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| D-drinking dirty like coffee
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| So bitch don’t hit me with attitude
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| Won’t find longitude, latitude
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| Where I bury your body
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| P-probably somewhere near Saudi
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| Scrub out the blood from my trunk
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| Throw out the shells and the shotty
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| I’m on the move they can’t stop me
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| You just be stuck like epoxy
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| I’ll take yo bitch I ain’t sorry
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| I let her smoke on safari
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| Then get her wet like tsunami
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| She grab my dick call me papi and that’s facts
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| Better watch the way that you act
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| Before you end up on your back
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| In the street, watch you bleed
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| When that 50 make you sleep
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| Caution tape around your body
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| They got chalk around your feet
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| Bitch you better think twice
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| Before you motherfuckin' speak
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| To a G in his prime
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| I got money on my wrist
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| I throw money at your bitch
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| 'Cause this money ain’t shit
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| I don’t want to need it, fuck it, I can’t take it when I go
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| I just hate the way this world has fucking made me though
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| Are you a bounty hunter?
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| A man’s gotta do something for a living these days
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| So I just chop up the dutch
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| While this bitch gimme sloppy
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| I’m crossing names off my list
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| 'Cause taking lives is my hobby
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| You know that scythe on my back
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| 'Cause I need blood in my flask
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| Bitch I’m the reaper, I been creeping
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| Putting thoughts into your head
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| So when your time come don’t ask for mercy
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| No crying out like oh ℒund please don’t hurt me
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| Bitch you worthy of this death go on ask me what is next
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| Put that blade up to your neck and let it slide till it’s red
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| Bleed out these bodies
|
| I’m slittin' neck as a hobby
|
| While getting neck it’s so sloppy
|
| D-drinking dirty like coffee
|
| So bitch don’t hit me with attitude
|
| Won’t find longitude, latitude
|
| Where I bury your body
|
| P-probably somewhere near Saudi
|
| Scrub out the blood from my trunk
|
| Throw out the shells and the shotty
|
| I’m on the move they can’t stop me
|
| You just be stuck like epoxy
|
| I’ll take yo bitch I ain’t sorry
|
| I let her smoke on safari
|
| Then get her wet like tsunami
|
| She grab my dick call me papi and that’s facts
|
| Better watch the way that you act
|
| Before you end up on your back
|
| In the street, watch you bleed
|
| When that 50 make you sleep
|
| Caution tape around your body
|
| They got chalk around your feet
|
| Bitch you better think twice
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| Before you motherfuckin' speak |