CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bloodshot
[GHOSTEMANE]
Back up in the motherf*cking cut
Young GHOSTE OT
With them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of shit but you're sucking my dick
Lowkey
Straight bumping my tape til you sleep
All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherf*cker tellin' me shit bout shit
Been alone since 17
Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting they cuppin' they nuts
Big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse
I put it on my stone in a cemetery whether you bury me or scatter my ashes
You a punk bitch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
[Wavy Jone$]
p*ssy boy don't want beef
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't want war=
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy ain't bout shit but that p*ssy boy always go'n ask you for more
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't know me
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't know GHOSTE
Oh
[Wavy Jone$]
I'm scheming your hoe
I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some
Come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun
My mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come
I inspire it; my use, sick and tired of the truth
Left my soul separated
Required a proof
Reincarnate the curse
I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust
(Bitch)
[GHOSTEMANE]
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
Back up in the motherf*cking cut
Young GHOSTE OT
With them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of shit but you're sucking my dick
Lowkey
Straight bumping my tape til you sleep
All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherf*cker tellin' me shit bout shit
Been alone since 17
Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting they cuppin' they nuts
Big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse
I put it on my stone in a cemetery whether you bury me or scatter my ashes
You a punk bitch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
[Wavy Jone$]
p*ssy boy don't want beef
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't want war=
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy ain't bout shit but that p*ssy boy always go'n ask you for more
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't know me
p*ssy boy, p*ssy boy don't know GHOSTE
Oh
[Wavy Jone$]
I'm scheming your hoe
I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some
Come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun
My mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come
I inspire it; my use, sick and tired of the truth
Left my soul separated
Required a proof
Reincarnate the curse
I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust
(Bitch)
[GHOSTEMANE]
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
