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Bloody Trashbags
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Eddy Baker
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Look I done felt the pain (okay) Getting tired of it (yeah) Dealing with n***as and b*t*hes and that's why I'm blunted (straight up) I like seeing n***as suffer man and now I love it Have a n***a set up and killed for like nine-hundred (oh-oh-ooh) Pesos I don't pay nothing, got a reputation (yeah) Pick the homie up and let em know with no explanation Money on your head And we act without hesitation Check his patience Now his days are numbered like a cancer patient (f**king sick) Killing and lacing the weed that I'm lacing I'm f**ked off this dragon I'm chasing Yes I'm that fadеd Mixed with this drink that I'm drinking man f**k is you thinking? (haha) Stuffed you in the trash-bag Stash it in my basеment Next to my ex b*t*h that I'm blazing She's dead, the body stinking (ugh) Leave her stripped to f**k I swear to god these b*t*hes suck, on my nuts They think that I'm insane, naw I'm f**king nuts (straight up) I get the f**king bust but trust me dawg, it's not enough I'm satisfied by sticking knives and blades in they f**king guts Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse Taking what I want, I don't know the meaning of pay for it (no) Revenge is my favorite dish, every day I'm making it (I wanna play) Put him into rinds, taken from my wife for doing freaking lines Bad guy, since the age of five Damn time flies (damn) Never gave a f**k Hitting licks, smoking blunts Roll with the bullies in the school, take a n***a lunch (real sh*t) Got a knife and the .20 tucked Used to only pack a punch Took yo b*t*h and yo gold Now I think I'm King Tut (bling) Cops at the door all the time, drove my mother nuts (alright) Got yo ass whacked by the mob for a couple bucks Criminal minded, the crime I'm behind it Gave Trizz the body so the coppers wouldn't find it (yep) Blood in the backset, plus I'm drunk driving Now the popo wanna pull me over, perfect timing (f**k) I hit the brake then the gas Told Trizz to load the mag It's gonna be a long night, we might need some more garbage bags Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a n***a sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on n***as riding in the hearse
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