lirik lagu rinsless - korrupt
[intro]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f~ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
pl~pl~plxce, what the f~ck?
[verse 1]
i am so done with you f~cks talkin’ all that sh~t
why you~ why you be tryin’ so hard? pack it up and quit
walkin’ around wit’ a vetements fit
all of these b~tches corrupt, that’s it
hah, they know i’m the sh~t
cry to your b~tch, get off of my d~ck
cop the f~ckin glock, yeah, i got a choppa
someone get him a f~ckin’ doctor
double b’s in my bag, b~tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper
uh, catch him lackin’ on sight, yeah, got him leakin’ from my crosshair
double b’s in my bag, b~tch, that boy ain’t gonna prosper (prosper)
[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
b~tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h~lla f~ckin’ racks to share
si~sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
b~tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h~lla f~ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, uh, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
b~tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h~lla f~ckin’ racks to share
si~sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[post~chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f~ckin’ heaven
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
[verse 2]
smoke on your product, uh, uh
then, i go f~ck up your spot, b~tch
wonder what happened when my tommy switched
shoutout yung plxce, we gettin’ rich
b~tch, i’m outside with a muh’f~ckin’ gl!ck
hop in the whip, [?]
creepin’ in the cut, i stay stalkin’ with my motherf~ckin’~
[pre~chorus]
pistol whippin’
man, i gotta tuck the smith & wesson
send him up, up
send him straight to f~ckin’ heaven
d~d~double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
double cup, cup
sippin’ straight 7/11
[chorus]
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
b~tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h~lla f~ckin’ racks to share
si~sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
b~tch, i walk in neiman marcus, i got h~lla f~ckin’ racks to share
sigil tats on her back, no, i like that
i put trueys on her jeans, no, she like that
[outro]
[?}, i don’t f~ckin’ care
i~i~i don’t f~ckin’ care
[?]
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