paroles de chanson Channeling - The Underachievers
All
I
see
is
scrubs
Face
mean
mugged
On
a
couple
drugs
Smoke
with
migo
plug
FTP
my
blood
Grey
the
fucking
gang
Boy
stay
in
your
lane
Never
high
Just
maintain
Hate
this
fame
Hate
this
game
Take
these
shoes
Last
a
day
Oil
flowing
through
my
veins
Lil
remains
that
make
that
stain
Y′all
look
good
in
cellophane
mane
Insane
Real
blade
Swing
it
through
your
fucking
brain
I
said
fuck
'em
We
got
a
problem
Fuck
you
gonna
do
with
it?
I
think
nada
Just
a
persona
And
I′m
nirvana
Popping
xans
will
make
you
mad
I
know
you
want
some
Rolling
rolling
rolling
rolling
rolling
rolling
rolling
Got
an
ounce
of
the
coke
white
snow
floating
River
road
shawty
Yung
christ
one
chosen
Slick
tote
the
AK47
stolen
Woadie
joscin'
All
of
y'all
are
over-saturating
′preme
and
bape
Bitch
its
FTP
all
fucking
day
All
y′all
look
the
fucking
same
Fuck
the
fame
Fuck
a
lane
Bitch
I'm
bout
to
swerve
into
the
toll
booth
and
scrape
the
change
Bring
out
your
dead
and
blaming
it
on
Yung
Plague
Bitch
I
pull
up
with
the
K
K9
by
my
right
leg
until
I
say
OK
K9
on
his
hind
legs
ripping
off
your
face
All
I
gotta
say
is
G59
until
the
grave
One
color
Two
numbers
Three
fingers
in
the
sky
amongst
the
thunder
I′m
like
fuck
the
others
Ima
bring
the
ruckus
I
might
fuck
your
bitch
She
swears
she
suffers
under
the
covers
Ima
hell
hound
Hell
bound
Shawty
wanna
die
Ima
sell
pounds,
sell
pounds
Shawty
said
she
might
let
them
bells
pound,
bells
pounds
Shawty
wanna
cry
I'm
like
fuck
it
Every
night
keep
turning
black
I
close
my
eyes
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