Текст песни FoDa94' - BONES
Kill
Wake
up,
put
my
diamonds
on,
remember
I
ain't
had
none
Thinkin'
that
you
Boosie
with
the
fade,
but
never
ran
one
Talk
like
you
gon'
get
me,
but
yo
bitch
ass
never
planned
nah
Bits
off
who
bits
offbeat
on
the
tree,
you'll
be
my
grandson
Reason
for
your
season,
hot
sauce,
call
me
AND1
Problems
start
to
rain,
we
slide
just
like
land
does
If
you
wanna
take
it
there,
I'm
already
here
In
the
rearview
mirror,
wit'
the
barrel
to
your
ear
It's
a
cold
dark
night,
better
bundle
up
Glock
stick,
make
ya
flip,
like
a
Knuckle
Puck
Ballroom
holler
till
the
sun
is
up
Then
it's
back
to
the
morgue,
where
we
run
it
up
No
check
for
your
debt,
I
need
cash
when
I
collect
No
respect
for
your
set,
or
the
sessions
that
you
at
Livin'
hell
where
I
dwell,
ever
since
I
recollect
I
need
some
bourbon
on
the
rocks,
I
need
a
razor
to
your
neck
It's
the
brown
sippin',
cow
tippin',
white
trash
icon
They
can
do
what
they
do,
but
they'll
never
be
what
I'm
on
Baggage
in
the
face,
look
like
3M
Nylon
Take
it
wit'
the
flash,
you
take
BONES
on
the
Nytol
Speak
a
sacred
sermon
to
the
bitch
and
then
I
ride
off
Decision
to
envision,
press
'em,
watch
as
I
slide
out
Honeycomb
the
hideout,
watch
the
rest
die
out
DeadBoy
forever,
grip
a
weapon
when
it's
night
out
Posted
in
the
shadow,
if
I
know
that
it's
sun
out
Flexin'
shit
that
ain't
yours,
it's
funny
what
they
lie
bout
I
would
hate
to
be
you,
I
know
you
love
to
be
me
S-E-S-H
till
they
throw
me
in
the
lake
bitch
This
is
a
graveyard
exclusive
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