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letra de gold revolver - saint bodhi

[verse 1]
yo, have a n-gga hog tied to the furnace
b-tch shoulda watched his words
i’m slipping in my mental
i’m whispering to the birds
polly wants a cracker
you dirty, you f-cked her in my car
i chopped her body up, and spread it all over the boulevard (woah)
that was way to close
runnin’ through my kitchen tryna escape, ho
no popo’s, all closed doors
pour water down your nose
water boat. f-cking chock
n-gga shut the f-ck up, my neighbour’s next door

[pre-chorus]
yuh, n-gga we coulda been adam and eve
eat from the same tree
why you f-ck over me
how you f-ck over queens
mess with my self esteem
see the lies in between
you not on my team

[chorus]
i shot thе dirty motherf-cker with my uncles gold rеvolver
and i couldn’t help myself, i lost my temper, don’t call the coppers
please forgive me mother mary, please forgive me father
i shot the dirty motherf-cker with my uncles gold revolver
[verse 2]
swat teams and red beams, aiming at me
i lost my f-cking sanity, no sign of relief
i rather blow my f-cking head off than be locked in a cell
oh well, i lived a crazy life hope i don’t end up in h-ll
screaming on the dispatch like “come out with your hands up”
i chopped his arms off and threw it out, give me ransom
make a documentary, had me wildin’ on snap
he broke my f-cking heart, so i broke his f-cking back

[pre-chorus]
yuh, n-gga we coulda been adam and eve
eat from the same tree
why you f-ck over me
how you f-ck over queens
mess with my self esteem
see the lies in between
you not on my team

[chorus]
i shot the dirty motherf-cker with my uncles gold revolver
and i couldn’t help myself, i lost my temper, don’t call the coppers
please forgive me mother mary, please forgive me father
i shot the dirty motherf-cker with my uncles gold revolver

[verse 3]
we coulda been the perfect match
instead i got a f-cking taser at your neck, heart attack
prop you on the wall, pin the donkey, body full of tags
here goes a bowl, it’s marijuana with a little crack
scratches on your back from the other b-tch
i carved “dirty wh0re” in her forehead with an ice pick
it suck ’cause you got good d-ck
we coulda been a happy couple, but you had to flip the switch
[pre-chorus]
yuh, n-gga we coulda been adam and eve
eat from the same tree
why you f-ck over me
how you f-ck over queens
mess with my self esteem
see the lies in between
you not on my team

- saint bodhi

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