B**ch Please-Death Grips

歌手 : Death Grips

专辑 : The Money Store

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:56

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TXT B**ch Please-Death Grips 文本歌词

B**ch Please - Death Grips

Who wanna catch dis

B**ch please

You must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

F**ker please

You must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

Drop it like oh yeah

That's so trashy

How low can you go

How dirty can you get nasty f**ker

Drug through the dirt

Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt

Chain sleaze leather face

F**ker please

You must be smokin' rocks

Kill it kill it kill it kill it

Hit it f**k it feel it

Whip it burn it

Turn it out and kick it to da curb

Shut it down

Forged in the flames

Said it before and I'll say it again

Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin sss

B**ch please

You must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

F**ker please you must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

When sh*t goes down

I'll be there

Wit' my hand on my gun

And my eyes on the road

Ghost ridin' to hell f**k if I care

Who wanna catch my droze

Give a f**k blood

I ain't goin' nowhere

Templar night and day

Live an die by the code

Code of the street

How ta stay in the zone

How I own it

And freak it to da base of da bone

I am the darkness

Creeping through your system

The lash of da whip cracking

Every b**ch into position

Worki'n ya over crashing

And burning in a blackhole blasting out

Your subwoofers are melting

Hear a b**ch say why's he yelling

Who wanna catch dis gun clap

Shrapnel off me lip

Cause blood bath

B**ch please you must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

F**ker please you must be smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't

Cuz I run this lik

Like dogtown ripped

That raw sh*t like none other

Low down dirty sh*t

Shot off this hip

Death grips motha f**ka

Please you must be

Smokin' rocks

Real sh*t for my people

And it just don't stop

B**ch please