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letra de undergroundlegends - bones

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what?
sesh
boo

rolling up dope
pimp named bones, switchblade in my coat
i don’t need hoes, i don’t need dough
b-tch, i’m flowing and going the way the rest won’t go
i’m the best, y’all know, sh-t, wilding out
one million blunts, now i’m losing count
riding ’round, it’s just me and boo
bucket seats on my old school
b-ss in the trunk and it’s knocking and thumping
i’m taking them lanes out my chevrolet
jumping and snapping, i’m booming and clapping
i’m shaking the earth like everyday
everyway, b-tches say anything to get a pay
anything to get it good, that’s just just like everyday
i’m loc’ing, i’m doping, my girl dead, she hopeless
she overdose, i roll a bone, i’m zoning out while i’m smoking
the razor blade fl1cking, the teenage demon
the slim young punk, in the alleyway scheming
young charles manson, these b-tches think i’m handsome
ain’t showered in a week, still these b-tches like cancer
b-tches like anthems but i don’t rap for that
take a beat and make it mine and then i let you have it back
bones

when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out

smoking weed to calm me down, ’cause i be the crazy lady
don’t got my straight jacket,
but i got a full metal jacket if you b-tches wanna feel a lot of pain
come and test my gangsta, i’ma send you hoes to h-ll
and send yo mama flowers, telling her i wish her well
all black on with the mask like jason, covering my face,
i’m player hating, you snitching b-tches couldn’t tell
you already know how we do it up in memphis
the rumors are true, man, i catch you b-tches slipping
call my nig, tell him that, i got ammo, grab my gat
you better not think the sh-t a game, mane
i ain’t no k!ller but i will do my thang, mane
one, two, three, i’ll send them k!llers at ya, b-tch, i’m a f-cking og
and i smoke og, k-u-s-h all in me
got me feeling h-lla mellow,
never met a n-gga or a b-tch that could stand up to my team
snort that c0ke up off the table, feeling like i’m scarface
i’ll send p-ss with all my haters but i quickly erase
them, they ain’t on my radar no more
all of my n-ggas, they be trained to go
f-cking with pimping, they will cut your throat
y’all chase the caddies with 10’s on them hoes
mane, you hoes weak as water
and most of you sucka -ss n-ggas be flodging
1990’s gangsta sh-t,
you don’t wanna jump into the high seat with the piece again, b-tch

when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out
when you see me you know
that it’s some sh-t, ’cause i don’t come out
i’ll be in yo’ house, i’m on the couch with the pistol out

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