paroles de chanson SNAKE - GOOBERS

Got a bad bitch, in the box, hold a snake
Wanna be my friend? Better stop, cause I'm fake
Got some bitches in my bed, and they keeping me awake
She don't like my music, all she listens to is Drake
Left foot, right foot, smoke until we dumb
She a hello kitty girl, and she chewing bubblegum
She a bad lil' Bitch, and she pouring up the rum
She a demon on the dick, even though her mom a nun
Got a bad bitch, in the box, hold a snake
Wanna be my friend? Better stop, cause I'm fake
Got some bitches in my bed, and they keeping me awake
She don't like my music, all she listens to is Drake

(Yuh) Don't you worry about me
I'm so bored, I do this shit for free
Now I'm back from the dead
So ya girl can gimme head
Now we headed to the top
Didn't need no glock
Don't need to shoot ya in the head
Imma just hit you wit' my mop
Gonna do a pill shot
Then shoot you in the face
Nobody gonna give a fuck
Cause you-a-god-damn-disgrace
Maybe, pop yo skull
Ima, pop yo bitch
She be callin' me a "misfit"
Cause I'm the only one to make her twitch
Make her twitch
With my dick
She my bitch
She so thick
I hit that real quick
Break her back, like a stick
Don't know what to do alright?
I just wanna fuck all night
All these bitches wanna bite
Can't think of anything, gonna go write

Aye get the fuck out my lane when I'm driving past
I been in my own lane, bitch I'm going fast
Always eating good, and I won't baby bird it back
Yeah my name be Nuts, but you're all up on my sack
Put a taki in my mouth, now the bitches flock to me
Open twitter now I think I need me a lobotomy
Bumping to the max, if you're not, then you oughta be
Banger like this so rare, an anomaly
Aye, catching bitches like they were some pokemon
Aye, feelings for the one with the choker on
Aye, now I got an emo girl texting me like "hey"
Feels like I been here before, wait

Snakes here
Ain't clear
Who I'm gonna trust here
Ugh, too generic
Compared it
Bewared it
No one's gonna care if I'm an emo boy
Takin pills, like poppin' joy
I'm just tryna make some noise
Sick of silence and the voices
It says I'm sick in the head
Loud steps, Sunday best, get up, get dressed
Ugh!
Bloodshot eyes, lookin' like I'm sky high
It feels useless to fight
Feels useless to die
Cry, why, buy, fly, suit and tie, lookin' real nice
Eyes in the sky, like watching a suicide
Brain's a haze
No sunny days
I burn it up, run it up, feel the pain
Bitches tellin' me I'm crazed
Feel like Patrick Bateman
Aye!