| Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'
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| Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
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| Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
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| Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
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| My money always gone
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| Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm
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| Slide em down my throat and swallow without water
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| Dead by dawn
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| I told ya’ll all these dark rooms in an empty house ain’t nothing fun
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| Drugs ain’t for turning up
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| I take em now I’m turning numb
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| All these hoes trying to make me cum
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| But I’m too fucked up
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| She left so now I’m rolling blunts out of the book of Psalms
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| Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan
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| Bodies piled up on the lawn
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| Checkmate on all these fucking pawns
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| The devil got my picture drawn
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| The devil got my picture drawn
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| Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'
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| Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
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| Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
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| Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
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| Weaponary master, $carecrow in the pasture
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| Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the fuckin' pastor
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| Bitch I be that bastard these other rappers scared of
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| Jump a motherfucker, I ain’t tryna have no fair one
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| Lurking at the bottom cause my problems keep on adding up
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| Got a couple stalkers all because the $carecrow fucked them once
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| Kreepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi
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| Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck
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| One shot to the head, told Uzi he’s dead
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| Leave them to rot never cover them up
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| Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'
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| Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
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| Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
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| Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
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| Little bitch don’t trip I’m the shit
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| Flip the zip, make some chip
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| Really quick fast money yeah I love it
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| Eddy Baker stay thuggin, smoking out in public
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| Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man
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| Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man
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| Don’t worry bout where I’m at bitch, I’m not your husband
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| An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing
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| That pussy nigga think that he want problems but he doesn’t (really?)
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| Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'
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| Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
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| Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
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| Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
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| Prescription drugs, misusing 'em
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| These dusty hoes, abusing 'em
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| I’m popping percs and sipping lean
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| Just feeding demons inside me
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| 30 shot these Glocks gon' pop
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| You said you balling, where your knots
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| Made a fortune, whipping pots
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| Re up on carol city cause Canada, Canada
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| Run it up, fuck it up, media
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| Thugging and thumping, go and knock you off
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| I flick out my dick then I go and I dump her, I love the bitch
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| Never just shut up and buckle up, how ya’ll saying ya’ll the shit
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| Your numbers ain’t lookin too lit
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| Fuck you up, go and stomp you out
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| In ten thousand dollar outfits |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Calf , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album Dark Side Of The Clouds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп