GRAVE (Explicit)
Gnar, Lil Skies"GRAVE (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Gnar, Lil Skies, 2018, Pop ความยาว 2:24, 67 lines / 480 words
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0:04Nigga try us, we gon' put him in his grave
0:07We gon' put him in his grave
0:10Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
0:14Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
0:17And we like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic
0:20What happenin'?
0:21Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
0:24Ooh!
0:25We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
0:27Closed casket, no case
0:29I'ma hide my face
0:30My bullets shoot with pain
0:32Tell her fall back, I need space
0:33We ahead of them in this race
0:35Gimme' good top in the Range
0:36Woah, did 180 up on the dash (dash)
0:40I count it up like it's math (math)
0:41I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah (Nash)
0:43I fucked your bitch, then gave her back
0:45You hit her phone like, "where you at?"
0:46I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy, ayy (backdoor)
0:50Got VVS on my teeth (my teeth)
0:51I'ma ride or die for my team
0:53My diamonds shine, I might lean
0:54My coupe came with wings
0:56You're a broke boy who fiends
0:57I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em
0:59You a hatin' nigga, why you breathin'?
1:00Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
1:03Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
1:06And like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic
1:09What happenin'?
1:10Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
1:13Ooh!
1:14We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
1:16Closed casket, no case
1:17I'ma hide my face
1:19My bullets shoot with pain
1:20Tell her fall back, I need space
1:22We ahead of them in this race
1:23Gimme' good top in the Range
1:25My new mentality
1:27Put your lil' B***h on celery
1:29Made her cut back on calories, ay
1:31Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
1:33VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays
1:37Slap a P***y n***a if he start talkin' craz
1:40Slap a lil n***a if he start talkin' braz
1:43Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes
1:46I got bands now, now I'm gettin' a lil famous
1:49Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera
1:52Don't even remember, think lil mama name was Pamela
1:55When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want
1:58When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want
2:01Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
2:04Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
2:07And we like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic
2:10What happenin'?
2:11Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
2:14Ooh!
2:15We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
2:17Closed casket, no case
2:18I'ma hide my face
2:20My bullets shoot with pain
2:21Tell her fall back, I need space
2:23We ahead of them in this race
2:24Gimme' good top in the Range
Nigga try us, we gon' put him in his grave We gon' put him in his grave Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon And we like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic What happenin'? Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket Ooh! We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!) Closed casket, no case I'ma hide my face My bullets shoot with pain Tell her fall back, I need space We ahead of them in this race Gimme' good top in the Range Woah, did 180 up on the dash (dash) I count it up like it's math (math) I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah (Nash) I fucked your bitch, then gave her back You hit her phone like, "where you at?" I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy, ayy (backdoor) Got VVS on my teeth (my teeth) I'ma ride or die for my team My diamonds shine, I might lean My coupe came with wings You're a broke boy who fiends I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em You a hatin' nigga, why you breathin'? Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon And like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic What happenin'? Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket Ooh! We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!) Closed casket, no case I'ma hide my face My bullets shoot with pain Tell her fall back, I need space We ahead of them in this race Gimme' good top in the Range My new mentality Put your lil' B***h on celery Made her cut back on calories, ay Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays Slap a P***y n***a if he start talkin' craz Slap a lil n***a if he start talkin' braz Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes I got bands now, now I'm gettin' a lil famous Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera Don't even remember, think lil mama name was Pamela When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want When I die, bury me like a legend, all I really want Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon And we like the car tinted, f**k around, get tragic What happenin'? Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket Ooh! We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!) Closed casket, no case I'ma hide my face My bullets shoot with pain Tell her fall back, I need space We ahead of them in this race Gimme' good top in the Range
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