笨小笨Pre (Instrumental)歌词由Earl Sweatshirt&SK La’ Flare演唱，出自专辑《Doris & Instrumentals (Explicit)》，下面是《Pre (Instrumental)》完整版歌词！
Pre (Instrumental)歌词完整版
Pre (Instrumental) - Earl Sweatshirt/SK La' Flare
Baby girl what you want to do
Hop in this 'Cedes girl
She like where we going to
A new life new world
Pop that molly we hard-body
Glocks hot as Kemosabe
He said that he wanted beef
So we fed him hollows and got it popping
Fear and ego is the enemy
You ain't got to pretend with me
I need the wool I'mma skin the sheep
And take the bull skin it to the meat
You full of sh*t we in too deep
I do this she knew the deet
Like two feet Flare two time
She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
Brought you in I'll take you out
Ball like Tim then I weighed it out
It's no work we sling through droughts
The life of me I'm just hanging out
Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch
I don't wanna see your a** laying down
Pop that p**sy twerk some
Cause most of these b**ches work for nothing
Paid your dues while you're Paid In Full
I can't wait to win you wait to lose
Your mind of a failure hate rules
When you settle for what you hate to do
I go the extra mile I'm with the extras
Extended clips shoot through your necklace
Leave you breathless that tec is restless
Cause All My Children need the best b**ch
I need that Rothschild money the top is sunny
I seen the light and you blocked it from me
But I found my way to the top I'm coming
Got that smack-dab base like a rock-star drummer
I'm a problem to niggas
Pop artillery the carbonates with him
Starving to hit 'em spar with a ni**a
Just watch I'mma kill 'em all in a minute
It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat
New b**ch whip with the system slaps
Mister slide in and skimp the sack
Ni**a hit the function with a pick and ax
My ni**a miss me with the bullshit
Right here right ear got a Pesto blunt
Why that sh*t got a young ni**a Velcro stuck
Why your b**ch go down when the sess go up
Hard as armed services y'all might have heard of him
Escobarbarian best call the lawyers up
Bruh the broad Aryan know the squad loiterers
Not with the grain and these b**ch niggas' wishes
Dealt with addiction fell for the b**ch with the
Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped
In the land of the rent-less stand with my chips
In a stack and a grin f**k 'em
