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Whole Lotta Grey (Explicit)歌词完整版
Whole Lotta Grey (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Shakewell/Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph
Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph
I got I got
I got I got
Two to beam up Scotty
I got a 40 on my hip I got a thirty up my nose
I got twenty inch rims holdin' it down with ten toes
I got zero time for h*es
Sorry ladies
59 is the gang
I'm just sayin' how it goes I'm just showin' off my fangs
All these lames all these dames all these chains I can't do it
All this fame all these claims it's all the same I think I'm movin'
Yeah
Barbed wire around my body Oddy **** with nobody
No
I made millions off a hobby still feel anxious in a lobby yeah
Yeah it's like my soul is made of real tree camouflage
I'm in a Dodge in a garage huffin' exhaust huh yeah
Realest thing about me is my middle name Norman
This whole time y'all have been witnessin' my Joker performance
Hahaha
Yeah I don't give a **** I'm over it
Take me off my leash and then meet Ruby da ******* Doberman
Titties cars outfits stupid trends on social media
All I see are demons conjuring up pedophilia
Ugh y'all nasty
I got huh I got
Huh I got I got
Two to beam up Scotty
I got Glocks with no kick
Buck
I got Ks with a switch
Yeah
I got head I can't forget from a young New Orleans witch
*****
I got Xans in my I got uh lemme check
That's your whole life's work on my ************* wrist
Ooh-ooh
I got chains I don't wear
What
I got pain in my glare
Yeah
**** your song I don't care
Nah
**** your gang it don't compare
Grey
If I hang it's in the air got it tatted on my throat
What
I'm the antonym of broke change my legal name to GOAT
Wet wet wet
She like oh my God why you go that hard
Everything that Wetto touch it turn to avant-garde
More junk than Pull-A-Part just put some in my arm
They call me Track Mark Shawty shoot like Jason Bourne
Shoot shoot shoot
Told Shake I need a hunnid pack throw my dog a hunnid racks
Carryin' the gang you would think I got a hundred backs
North
Googlin' my net worth that won't even cover tax
Still that boy up out the shack fix your mouth and run it back
Wet
I got I got
I got I got
Two to beam up Scotty
I got nothin' else to say that already ain't been said
Oh no no
I got people want me dead 'cause of messages I ain't read
I ain't read
I got fifty-nine problems I'll solve 'em with FNs
FN yeah
Nine times out of ten it be always your best friend
Best friend yeah
I got sweat drippin' fent' out my pores
And demons dance around cut 'em down with my forceps
She cream on my c**k when she bop in her corset
I'ma hug the block with my Hellcat and my Kel-Tec hell-bent
**** a mood ring I got mood swings and ARs
Pop pop
Drivin' too sus' I put thirty in your new car
Oh no no
That boy don't drink this three hundred make him blackout
Hit her from the front but this backstroke make her tap out
Fire-fire-fire-fire SMG the 59
It go la-la-la-la 223 the backline
Let it sing let it sing like my Springfield XD9
Okay
Yeah my Glocky Regis Philbin that boy need a lifeline
Sip
