Songtexte Punkcore - Josh Forehead

Fuck
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I pray to that motherfucker
I lay in that motherfucker
I did it again
I did it again
The first of the month
Let's count it again
She sucking me up
I bought her that purse
A hundred for verses
Still don't give a fuck
A hundred for verses
Im breaking the curse
I turnt up my church
Put heat in that bitch
I slide in the tonka
Put heat in that whip
Im all in atlanta
Could dirty my Fanta
I could dirty my shorty
She slide when she saw me
And now in LA
We walk in the banks
You play with the gang
The food will get ate
Come out of the range
I feel like an ape
I barely ate
I barely sleep
Just stay geeked

The drugs got me blasted
Try to catch up
This Molly make me cut my tongue up
The fuck bruh
She said when im off the x at night
Im like a monster
I don't give a fuck about nothing
I know that she needs a sponsor
Im a drug dealer
Baby is a fashion killer
She riding on top my dick like its a three wheeler
Come here baby girl
Come sped some cash if you wanna
I smoke marijuana read a lot of the kybalion
Shorty want me to be her father
I dribble dybala
Dunk o hoes then lay up
But I swear I will not call her
Jump in middle three
When I used to be a walker
Fuck that bitvh one time
I don't know nothing about no roster