paroles de chanson draws - nascar aloe

Uh (Haha)
I fucked your bitch, right, and then like, uh
I don't know what she was on
Shit!
(Shit, hold on, my phone ringin')
Awoo

Blood on the walls (Bitch)
No, you can't have your bitch, my dick in her jaw (My dick)
That fuckboy talking, it smells like shit in his draws (Okay)
I got no problems, you get police involved (Yeah, yeah)
Insomniac, blood on the walls
No, you can't have your bitch, my dick in her jaw (Fuck you)
That fuckboy talking, it smells like shit in his draws (Agh)
I have no problems, you get police involved (Agh, agh)

How many times I gotta say I do not give a shit?
Stab 'em in the throat I can't understand all that gibberish
Yeah, sorry that I can't be like all of you fucking simpletons
I am your God and now it's time for your discipline
Boy, you're sippin' 'Tussin and can't even tell the difference
Listen to my music, you probably could take a shit in it
Ever since a jit I ain't never picture me fitting in
Your shit all the same but my lane is never a hit or miss
Mayday, think this fake fucker bitch made
One way, cut his face with a switchblade
Liu Kang, learn this shit from my sensei (Agh)
What a shame, who's safe from catching this fade? (Bitch)
Seven swordsmen, I came up out the mist, ayy
Nascar Aloe, A.K.A. fix my membrane, uh
When I walk in a place I fixate, uh
New age Sid Vicious, finna dictate (Yeah, yeah)

Blood on the walls (Bitch)
No, you can't have your bitch, my dick in her jaw (My dick)
That fuckboy talking, it smells like shit in his draws (Okay)
I got no problems, you get police involved (Yeah, yeah)
Insomniac, blood on the walls
No, you can't have your bitch, my dick in her jaw (Fuck you)
That fuckboy talking, it smells like shit in his draws (Agh)
I have no problems, you get police involved (Agh, agh)