- SQUINTS MANE west side phonk 歌詞
- SQUINTS MANE
- It's that kid wit the killa flow
Always blowin' swisher smoke
Oh my god my wrist so cold
Cartier up in my nose
Creep thru the street wit the murdered out blade
**** a fade, run up to my face, you won't be okay
Leave em laid, now he dead
Killa thoughts up in my head
I might have to pull a murda bloody blade is drippin red ay
I ain't never scared, I can't fear no death
All these demons in my mind and swisher smoke up in my chest *****
Lay me with the rest ay
I will never stress
Cause they only care about you when you gone and when you dead
I'm down for my set and I'm always down to die
I can't trust a soul cause I know everybody lies
Why they hate?
Why you ******' fake? I can't chill with snakes, *****
You ain't trapping nothin quit lyin about that gang ****
Blunts to the face ****, smoke like a Jamaican
Lean all on my **** she lick it off I'm on my based ****
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