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SANGUINE
NIKKO
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Вся эта кровь мне
Red, red, red blood color sanguine
Runnin' up my homies, ever smile on my gang, man
But run up, get stuck
You ain't never, way, way never touchin' me
If I had took your life from you, it's how it gotta, gotta be
Bitch, make it be easy
Be careful where you step
If on my side, it be feast
White brick out, pause all these bags out
Extra movie on me right now
I'm about to roll your credits
And you just a lettuce, so you can't be at it
Bitch, what the fuck?
What? Friday, pin in all black Cadillac
Fuck slowly, A-U-T-O-matic
Out the side door, call us a habit
Ain't no need though, we established
No, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', but
I'm still that L-U-T-C ass
My baby that I fuck, he'll attend to what?
Matter fact, when you wanna be what?
Third row, four down from the fifth way
Mowin' the trunk, yeah, my sandals LV
What I'm wearin' when I got your bitch on the side of the bed
And she get on her bent knees
Big body Bentleys
What we call her, you don't need no
Frozen ice, inferior, delirious
Again, I'm cold, hold up, whoa
Я еще на, и так сильно так
This just in, breaking news coming out of Outcast Block
Do you know Nico?
Not comin' to pasture
I much rather cut your head off than talk to these bastards
Silence isn't sweet when I'm around
Sign of disaster that's yet to come
Lazy foreshadow attachment, attack my gun
Я так съем её
Red, red, red blood color sanguine
Runnin' up my homies, ever smile on my gang, man
But run up, get stuck
You ain't never, way, way never touchin' me
If I had took your life from you, it's how it gotta, gotta be
Red, green, dirty plot, quarantine
Twist bitch, wanna shake, get excited means
Pocket checkin' for the motherfuckin' zombies
The death, leave the track, look like a robbery
Murder scene, come on the spicy case of impurity
Bitch, I'm keepin' steady, come the monster ain't no security
Beat to the death, magic demons cookin' you
Bitch, don't feel cut
Pussy, this a murder scene
My psycho, my body on the bed scene
My psycho, my body on the bed scene
My psycho, my body on the bed scene
My psycho
Я так съем её
Red, red, red blood color sanguine
Runnin' up my homies, ever smile on my gang, man
But run up, get stuck
You ain't never, way, way never touchin' me
If I had took your life from you, it's how it gotta, gotta be