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Coffin Lyrics - Artist : Bones
You know who it is bruh
Yeah, Bones The Kid, Gxldslvgs, Team Sesh, Greywave, we in this bitch bruh Huh Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfucking track All about this Ghetty Green, Crook By Da Book, young Project Pat Evil inside, so nigga don't tempt me My nigga The Kid, they shot with the semi I'm sniffing that white and I call it that Whitney I ride with the gauge like I'm Tommy Buscetta Fuck what you claim, goon and a killer, I'm one and the same Love negativity live for the pain And I'm sending these hollow tips straight through your brain I'm riding in some shit you ain't never seen Inside, rigor mortis, outside, gangrene Bitch Riding through in the low (Low) White pimp named Bones (Bones) Long hair tied back switchblade stay stuck to my palm (Palm) Firearm that ain't mine (Mine) Gold slugs with that nine (Nine) Not saying that I'll take your life so please don't take mine (No) World way too cold (Cold) No you'll never understand me (No) All you see is some white kid who thinks he good at rapping Anthrax in my backpack, loud wrap in this plane (Plane) I'm dumb high, I'm not tryna brag I'm just telling you what I'm seeing I spend my days six feet deep, underground never see me I'm the B.G., you're the Bee Gees I'm on the come up, you on the decrease My elevation, my progress, everything that you dream Mansion made of big blunt wraps with a sapphire TV Waterfall spit Alizé, bass banging like Shallow Days Looking for a way to make a bank Now I'm pretty sure I've found a way Young white and I'm handsome, [?] young Hanson Fuck with me Bones I'm Manson Bitch that's Charles mixed with Marilyn What |
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