paroles de chanson XXX - nothing,nowhere.

Cult-cult-cult-cult
The cult of the reaper saved me

Tell 'em make way for the boy in the back
Camo gat and the Gore-Tex hat
Bike in the trunk and a blade in the back
Got a roof rack

Four-wheel drive, when I whip it off track
I don't know about that
I'm finally free so it's fuck all these labels, know that I hate them
Man, they're trying to sign me, trying to buy me, no one can find me

Reppin' the 125 (yeah)
Strapped like a bodyguard (wha-)
I do not smoke and you know I don't drink (yeah)
But I'm starting to think I'm addicted to going hard

Boochie in the double cup (wha-)
We do not give a fuck (yeah)
Me and Jay Vee went and started a wave (wha-)
And it's easy to say all these others are runner-ups
Now I have become death, the destroyer of worlds

Try to make way for the boy in the back
Camo gat and the Gore-Tex hat
Bike in the trunk and a blade in the back
Got a roof rack

Four-wheel drive, when I whip it off track
I don't know about that
I'm finally free so it's fuck all these labels, know that I hate them
Man, they're trying to sign me, trying to buy me, no one can find me