Spring
Eu viajei o mundo todo
Olha, puta que pariu
Primeiro eu passei na 13
Que é o baile do Brasil
Eu fui lá pro Jacaré
Que é o baile de Paris
Fui parar lá na Colômbia
Que é no complexo do Li-
Two mo' hoes, bitches cold
Look, I'm on a roll, .22 magnum water hole
Aim it close, it's on yo' nose
It ain't even loaded, I just like to see you scared
I'm the one to come up to your house and raise your body hair
What you want from me? The double D, I'll cut you once and let you sleep
Get so high, I'm 'bout to peak, damn, you love it, lil' freak
Scopin' in the night, I can barely see a thing
And I trust my gut to let it buckle, shit, I killed the king
In the spring I will bury you, sing this song, I'll carry you
To your grave, no one can save the softest, son, I look so gray
People can't remember what you even look like
You've been gone, gone for way too long
Deep inside your neighbors' lawn
Cold case, what a waste
"C'mon Freddie, have some taste"
Never, bitch, I do my thing
I just wanna see you hang
Runnin' outta anger, I just got to get my fix
Think I'm nice? Well, what a twist
Then I go off in the mist
Eu viajei o mundo todo
Olha, puta que pariu
Primeiro eu passei na 13
Que é o baile do Brasil
Eu fui lá pro Jacaré
Que é o baile de Paris
Fui parar lá na Colômbia
Que é no complexo do L-
Olha, puta que pariu
Primeiro eu passei na 13
Que é o baile do Brasil
Eu fui lá pro Jacaré
Que é o baile de Paris
Fui parar lá na Colômbia
Que é no complexo do Li-
Two mo' hoes, bitches cold
Look, I'm on a roll, .22 magnum water hole
Aim it close, it's on yo' nose
It ain't even loaded, I just like to see you scared
I'm the one to come up to your house and raise your body hair
What you want from me? The double D, I'll cut you once and let you sleep
Get so high, I'm 'bout to peak, damn, you love it, lil' freak
Scopin' in the night, I can barely see a thing
And I trust my gut to let it buckle, shit, I killed the king
In the spring I will bury you, sing this song, I'll carry you
To your grave, no one can save the softest, son, I look so gray
People can't remember what you even look like
You've been gone, gone for way too long
Deep inside your neighbors' lawn
Cold case, what a waste
"C'mon Freddie, have some taste"
Never, bitch, I do my thing
I just wanna see you hang
Runnin' outta anger, I just got to get my fix
Think I'm nice? Well, what a twist
Then I go off in the mist
Eu viajei o mundo todo
Olha, puta que pariu
Primeiro eu passei na 13
Que é o baile do Brasil
Eu fui lá pro Jacaré
Que é o baile de Paris
Fui parar lá na Colômbia
Que é no complexo do L-
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Writer(s): Ryan Mitchel Chassels
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