Malebranche

I be riding with a couple sluts who like cocaine laced in their blunts
Like cocaine blown in their butts
Stack them up and then i fuck
Hit up Navi
Where's the addy?
Popping them xans got me swerving the Cadi
Recking the valley
Creeping the alley
Just got a phone call that said i'm flying to Cali
Hit the show and bust it down
New kings of the underground
Pills i keep on chewing down that got me feeling like i'm mother fucking Jesus now
Hold up shawty
Fuck your party
Only sipping lean tell her keep all that Bacardi
Risen out the pits of hell in the cornfields where the $carecrow dwells

Murder on my mind
Yeah bitch i'm back just like a spine
Time and time again i stop the clock and turn to slime
Resurrected from the ooze you gonna lose when messing with mine
Dressing in all black
Grey thing strapped to the back of your head
Ima blow your mind
I know you mine
See that road closed sign
Passed that where the ghosts grow spines
Bitch i blow some pine
Yeah your life you'll be handing me
Come try and damage
Hope you know the devil runs in my family
Settle the score
It's better when you see rigor mortis
I act like a taurus but move like a tortoise
It's probably from all the lean Slick imported
He poured us a cup when we got on the tour bus



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Writer(s): Jon Crawford, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
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