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• Artiste: Thouxanbanfauni
• Titre: Firestone
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(Wake up, F1lthy) Frog-eyed on the lens Get 'em gone like the wind Hanging with some dead friends Get 'em gone like the wind Frog-eyed on the lens Steppin' like some Louboutins Peel the coupe, dirty Hen' See the light shine within Hanging with some dead friends Like, put 'em on a shirt Know we all came from dirt I pray I see heaven first I know it all could've been worse I know it all could've been worse In all-black like a hearse [?] like the first Ain't no wings, flying like birds [?] like the jet Shed a tear for the set Popped a set, a Percocet She gon' pop it for the set Popping shit like some X [?] on the TEC Blood-stain on Nike techs You know we runnin' up a check [?] Hang with my dawgs like a vet Hang with my dawgs like a vet They gon' hate you, that's a bet But you gotta keep gettin' it, yeah But you gotta keep gettin' it, yeah Get 'em gone like the wind Frog-eyed on the lens Steppin' like some Louboutins Peel the coupe, dirty Hen' See the light shine within Hanging with some dead friends Like, put 'em on a shirt Know we all came from dirt I pray I see heaven first Get 'em gone like the wind Frog-eyed on the lens Steppin' like some Louboutins Peel the coupe, dirty Hen' See the light shine within Hanging with some dead friends Talking firestone again Eight [?] Ran up a thousand bands TTB, all money in TTB, all money in I'm a man of my word, actions speak way louder than 'em Carbon fiber, three-round burst, ammunition to stretch you thinner Grandaddy Chevrolet, candy paint cherry red Shawty used to leave my ass on read, now her fool is upgraded instead Knew you was a bird when I whipped up the bread Tryna build trust but loyalty dead My boy got crossed up, trip to the feds [?] (I'm working on dying) Get 'em gone like the wind Frog-eyed on the lens Steppin' like some Louboutins Peel the coupe, dirty Hen' See the light shine within Hanging with some dead friends Like, put 'em on a shirt Know we all came from dirt I pray I see heaven first I know it all could've been worse I know it all could've been worse In all-black like a hearse