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• Artiste: SleazyWorld Go
• Titre: Vanish Mode
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Uh Uh Uh-uh-uh-uh (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) Uh Uh Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats The way this chopper get to twitchin', bitch, look like it's special ed I fap niggas down with this stick, you want a hat, aim at his head I don't just fuck and give hoes dick, poke out your lips, I want some head This Glock need to learn how to walk, I just went bought this ho a leg I pray death upon my opps, I catch me one, he know he dead I was gon' shoot out the whip, might hop out, walk him down instead Thought he was a shotta 'til them shots rang and tore up his dreads (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) We the reason them switches hot, bitch, free my brother out the feds Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats I hate a bitch that have my number, I can't give a ho receipts I only text hoes in vanish mode, you screenshot me, bitch I'ma see I fucked you on the first night, bitch, how you gon' talk down on me? Clean that lil' pussy with some wipes, lil' ho, you triflin' for the streets I met this one lil' bitch in Texas, she ate dick 'til I was soft I tried to move that ho lil' head, I had to push her to get her off I went bulletproofed the whips, move 'round the city like I'm Dolph (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) I don't do payments, ain't shit rented, everything you see with me, I bought Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats