Every Dog Has His Day (Explicit)歌词-$uicideboy$&Aristos Petrou&Scott Arceneaux Jr

Every Dog Has His Day (Explicit)歌词由$uicideboy$&Aristos Petrou&Scott Arceneaux Jr.演唱，出自专辑《YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990) [Explicit]》，下面是《Every Dog Has His Day (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Every Dog Has His Day (Explicit)歌词完整版

Every Dog Has His Day (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

You die ************

Players never die

You did good $lick

It's a smash

You die ************

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

You die ************

Ayy yeah ayy ayy

***** I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon

Smash her like I'm Ganondorf

All my homies stuntin' we all ballin' like we manage sports

****boy on my d**k

Wants a pic Go 'head and tag the dork

Miss me with that ******** yeah

I shoulda been a matador

Slap a w***e choke a ***** man I think I broke her hip

F-F-**** her 'til she soaked in piss

I plan to make a note of it

Blanco always faded like a ************* poke n' stick

Ready to snatch a soul seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss

I'm smoking bliss turn a ****boy into mist

Scratch a name off of my list

And add another just for kicks

Open slit up on my wrist yeah

I think they get the gist

Tighten up my ****** fist Blanco never ******* miss

Spit out the drip don't want crystals in my stomach

All these crystals on my *****

Align her chakras while we *******

Rearranging all her plumbing

All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame

Spittin' out flames ***** I bang Grey

* 59 'til the day I die my tear ducts all dried

I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high

All these voices in my head I can't tell which one is the lie

Always bring the storm yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

You die ************

Wetto

Give it how these haters want it break a ***** up on it

Yung Slick walking coma as I smoke the m********

It's Yung North make the bass shake tell a ***** wait

Diamonds shine as I flip it ship it make the weight skate

I been wrist whippin' flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'

Glock grippin' p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning

Spine bending bloody linens in your mom kitchen

Crime ridden hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending

Slicky flame sizzle rollin' with a tank missile

Tell a h*e to hit them knees

And let me **** her brain tissue

I'm poppin' 30s seein' blurry still I can't miss you

Pop the stick and blow the clip

Kill everyone that came with you

Same issues playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers

I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker

Last offer hear the Devil talkin' to me often

**** a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign

Wetto Chris Walken haunted like the deer hunter

You a larp with no heart just tuck head under

You a fed you a cop you a real uncer

Scarface Wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

**** that I don't need that **** in my life

You die ************

**** that