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Juno

 

Juno

(альбом: AmericanSweetheart - 2022)


Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Younging on my dope, feeling like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though, (what?)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it

Hopping out the back of the El Dorado
DeadBoys pull up, DeadGirls follow
Death in a blunt, Azul in a bottle
Sip, sip, sip
BONES spit, now she down to swallow
Bronco, yeah, the older model
Box suites at the ball game
I don't know the players
But I know the motto
No, I ain't seen; don't try me
Try to come between, we'll do you bad
Hope your parents ain't still alive
To see their only son get garbage bag'd

Yeah, garbage bag
See their only son get garbage bag'd
Garbage bag
Yeah
Banging on the trash can
Now he laying in the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Banging on the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Younging on my dope, feeling like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it

What? 25, that's 2-for-50
Feel like Mr. Allen, yea
Can't go home where the hatred grows
So I guess it's to the alley (What?)
Catchin the bitch, let me grab my list
Every year I make a tally
Pour a cup then I roll a blunt
Bitch, death is all about balance, yeah (SESH)

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