paroles de chanson R.I.P MALCOLM - BREEZEY
Can
I
start
with
Mertz
Mertz
Mertz
I'm
A
make
this
hurt
Two
gorillas
one
zebra
Told
a
bitch
I
don't
need
yea
Running
on
the
track
With
my
left
hand
When
it
comes
to
war
I'm
your
best
man
Call
me
the
reverend
or
end
up
a
dead
man
Preaching
in
this
bitch
like
Malcolm
R.I.P
Malcolm
lighter
like
I'm
Fulcrum
Chimney
like
I'm
Whitney
No
you
can't
diss
me
I
been
through
it
Dead
cat
in
my
arms
yea
you
Malcolm
my
best
soldier
Tears
in
my
eye
saw
him
fold
over
Now
I
know
it's
over
But
I'm
not
a
stoner
I'm
a
cold
hearted
chef
In
the
kitchen
call
me
Steph
I
don't
hoop
but
I
fuck
Don't
matter
don't
need
luck
Religious
man
at
a
potluck
Bottom
baby
Bottom
baby
Chicago
baby
Fuck
you
lately
Hoe
Yeah
yeah
You
want
to
slide
let's
slide
You
want
to
ride
let's
ride
Mertz
mertz
mertz
R.I.P
Harry
Bitch
I'm
a
Boston
dog
Cause
bitch
is
from
Boston
dog
You
ever
seen
the
Boston
fog
Knees
on
a
church
pew
Dreaming
like
it's
Florence
Pugh
Its
like
I'm
trying
to
get
Hugh
Knees
on
a
church
pew
Preme
on
me
She
mommy
Fold
her
origami
My
money
already
on
me
The
way
I
speak
I'm
Mitt
Romney
Lit
Thursday
fade
on
me
Tuesday
it's
two
pants
My
money
it's
my
bands
Pop
pills
not
Vyvanse
Backpack
smells
like
weed
Fast
goofy
got
it
on
me
I'm
mad
moody
Talk
to
my
dogs
they'll
say
he's
mad
fruity
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