CONFESSIONARY
I would like to confess my sins
Of course, what would you like to confess?
I sleep with two Nines beside the bed
Two eyes behind my head
I got the juice like I'm Radamès
Bulletproof coupe, coupe is lime & red
Froot Loops, diamonds red
Deuce, deuce alotta led
Uh, I spent 40 on my wrist
Uh 40 on my hip
Uh 40 pop a bitch
I'm Stojakovic
Sporty diamond wrist uh
Don't you run up on me uh my shorty got a stick uh
Ya face, face is gettin' blown
Face brace rite on ya dome
Case, case is gettin' thrown
Break, breaking all ya bones
Break breaking in ya home
My waist, waist yeah that's the chrome
Space, space I'm in the zone
Three eight right by the phone
Fuck three hoes like Bang Bros
Speed boats an' raincoats
Reload an aim close
Torpedo, Durango
Uh, uh sleezy tower over you uh
My pump shotti, shotti shower over you uh
All these cowards overdue uh
I leave yo fucking face powder purple blue uh
Uh they throwing flowers over you uh
I drive a truck prowler over you uh
Ya face, face is gettin' blown
Face brace rite on ya dome
Case, case is gettin' thrown
Break, breaking all ya bones
Break breaking in ya home
My waist, waist yeah that's the chrome
Space, space I'm in the zone
Three eight right by the phone
Of course, what would you like to confess?
I sleep with two Nines beside the bed
Two eyes behind my head
I got the juice like I'm Radamès
Bulletproof coupe, coupe is lime & red
Froot Loops, diamonds red
Deuce, deuce alotta led
Uh, I spent 40 on my wrist
Uh 40 on my hip
Uh 40 pop a bitch
I'm Stojakovic
Sporty diamond wrist uh
Don't you run up on me uh my shorty got a stick uh
Ya face, face is gettin' blown
Face brace rite on ya dome
Case, case is gettin' thrown
Break, breaking all ya bones
Break breaking in ya home
My waist, waist yeah that's the chrome
Space, space I'm in the zone
Three eight right by the phone
Fuck three hoes like Bang Bros
Speed boats an' raincoats
Reload an aim close
Torpedo, Durango
Uh, uh sleezy tower over you uh
My pump shotti, shotti shower over you uh
All these cowards overdue uh
I leave yo fucking face powder purple blue uh
Uh they throwing flowers over you uh
I drive a truck prowler over you uh
Ya face, face is gettin' blown
Face brace rite on ya dome
Case, case is gettin' thrown
Break, breaking all ya bones
Break breaking in ya home
My waist, waist yeah that's the chrome
Space, space I'm in the zone
Three eight right by the phone
Credits
Writer(s): Vinicius Sosa, David Pointer, Juan Pablo Gallo, Thomas Secrist, Justin James Carelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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