paroles de chanson TrespassersWillBeShot,SurvivorsWillBeShotAgain - BONES

My brain's somewhat a tragedy
Lungs made out of Grabba Leaf
Gloves, so nobody trackin' me
Mask, so nobody after me
Broke, so we had to scrap for cheese
Rich, so now they all askin' me
Bitch, no you cannot shack wit' me
These bitches they all be harassin' me

Pick up the phone and I'm swipin' on BONES
So I know that there ain't no one matchin' me
Love all my copies, I love all my clones
Come out to my show and come rap for me
Put on a wig and throw on some boots
Stomp on the stage and keep one of the troops
Wanna be me 'cause you dumb as a bitch, but ignorance bliss
Bitch, I wish I was you

25-8, bladеs I could skate
While she lyin' on my gravе, while her mans steady hate
Makin' love to my headstone, tryna dig my body up
Tryna meet me in the afterlife
Pull the trigger and got up outta there (what?)

Bitch, suck my dick, set the clip when I let that bitch R.I.P
Bodies droppin', bitches trip
All I know is I ain't goin' too

Bitch, suck my dick, set the clip when I let that bitch R.I.P
Bodies droppin', bitches trip
Better get reapin' what I sow lil' bitch