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swag toof – hearses كلمات اغاني

[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, we be ridin’ he_rs_s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he_rs_, uh

[post_chorus: ?]
skinny, skinny, skinny model b_tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop it open)
skinny, skinny, skinny model b_tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop, pop, pop it open)

[verse 1: ouija]
shawty pale, she pour the lean in my ginger ale
holy grail, b_tch roll the blunt, we gon’ have a little show_and_tell
we in them he_rs_s, bendin’ blocks i know too well
she snort some yale [?] good for countin’ my mail
my whip is like a he_rs_, these shorties dyin’ to get in
i say that’s cool with me, i love the coldness of they skin
las vegas is a crazy place my darling, duck yo’ head
they bustin’ shots and floodin’ the blocks, put it in my lap instead
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
they dead if they f_ck with me
got dead b_tches f_ckin’ me
my skin is like a ouija board how gothic b_tches touchin’ me
got k!llers in my company
this evil sh_t’s a luxury
that you can’t afford
speak ill of the lord, yo’ vocal cords gon’ come with me (huh)
sucka motherf_cker get back, ‘less you a b_tch or a playa with a [?]
all i really wanna know is where the chips at
all my k!llas really wanna do is _gun c_cks_
so lil woadie lemme get that
we don’t really wanna see yo’ wig splat
but there d_mn well could be a mishap
you don’t get past that
[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, we be ridin’ he_rs_s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he_rs_, uh

[verse 2: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
fingers blackened by the passion of a hard day’s work
[?] on the wagon of my clean black he_rs_
reverse
take a bill up off the dash as i look up in the glass
another pr_ck lookin’ for cash
money, money like monopoly
i don’t play
[?]
yeah, you don’t say?
don’t wait, know exactly where that fat b_tch stay
disrespect i don’t take but for the rest…
(hold my he_rs_ up)
black candles, gold crosses, searchin’, servin’ ’em in them white churches
workin’, learnin’, even evil has a meaning and purpose
that real rap resurgence out the smoke the toof emerges
you can sell yo’ soul, partner, lemme…
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
i’m browsin’ google tryna look this voodoo curse up
to fill her brain, she thought i would fill her purse up
gave her that jonestown juice, she was out on the first cup
check please, valet hold my f_ckin’ he_rs_ up
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, we be ridin’ he_rs_s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he_rs_s, he_rs_s, i be ridin’ he_rs_s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he_rs_, uh

[verse 3: ?]
skinny, skinny, skinny model b_tches in my trunk
i pop it open
[?] for some head, lookin’ thin
[?]
trick_or_treat, time to eat
l!ck my kitty cat
make it rain on your face, how you like that?
skinny, skinny, skinny model b_tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop it open)
skinny, skinny, skinny model b_tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop, pop, pop it open)
[verse 4: ouija]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
doors open, mane
doors open, mane
we be bendin’ them corners on yo’ side
dead soldiers, mane
dead soldiers, mane
even when we in the whip we ghost ridin’
you won’t find me slippin’
dead don’t ask me how i’m livin’ (how?)
empty the he_rs_ for the mission
gotta sacrifice a motherf_cker for the vision, listen
we ride, now see how my posse be dippin’
lookin’ for the v_i_c_t_i_m, motherf_ckin’ victim
sharpen my scalpel to make the incision
slit yo’ throat just like nicole
drag yo’ body home to watch the simpsons
baby, i ain’t even got to pass the dro

[verse 5: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he_rs_ up)
i ain’t even got to let you know
you can only reap what you sow
but can always take what you don’t
[?] you can sleep six below
if you take from the wrong one [?]
burnin’ in the he_rs_ tryna cover up the scent
blowin’ like a vent, [?]
bodyin’ beats and we murderin’ those
talkin’ that sh_t, better reel in the shots
real as a ghost, real as it gets
guess i suppose it’s like digging this ditch
this feeling i get when i’m k!llin’ this b_tch
[?]
real deal, no need to [?]
we gonna see how much of yo’ clique fit in them
he_rs_s

- swag toof

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