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Darth Hideous Video (MV)


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Performed By: 3od
Length: 3:04
Written by: Anthony McCabe, Gary Lucero, Ray Andrade




3od - Darth Hideous Lyrics




Silver spoon sucka
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
Silver spoon sucka
Followin a f*ckin tren' ugh
Clear the room suckas
False is flowin through ya feed, god
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat

I just work, I just work
Aye, better listen up
Hello, can you f*cking hear me through the lean and seven up?
We're truly free
You're so corrupt
Oh f*cking please
I'm throwing up
Can someone please start growing up?
You really think you're blowing up?
(Bitch sit down)
Little bitch
Fickle chick
You're as real as Pickle Rick
Whiney hoe
Pickle dick
Little tits
You aint shit
Living the miracle
I am the here we go
You are so square
I am so spherical
Cunning and lyrical
Stunning and Spritual
Nobody hears it
I say it so clearly though

Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka yeah)
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
(You're a silver spoon sucka)
Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka)
Followin a f*ckin tren'
(Suckin on their silver spoons)
Clear the room suckas
(Yo a silver spoon sucka yeah)
False is flowin through ya feed, god
(Silver spoon sucka)
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
(Yo a silver spoon sucka, f*cka)

Sip the gold liquor down from my glass bottle
Ask her for another round
Snap it up rack up the views
We 20 deep
Hop in the Range the girls in the Benz
Louis dipped
Vetements inside out
You double tappin' gettin madder than you ever imagined
Now Tell me what happened

Worship a logo
Boxed in
Scared of the worlds view
Of your filthy f*cking skin
Don't be afraid half of them
Faker than your sweater
But then again
No one really gives a f*ck
We still bleeding checks while
You on the couch still mad as hell
Blah blah blah blah Blah just like and follow hoe

Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka yeah)
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
(You're a silver spoon sucka)
Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka)
Followin a f*ckin tren' ush
(Suckin on their silver spoons)
Clear the room suckas
(Yo a silver spoon sucka yeah)
False is flowin through ya feed, god
(Silver spoon sucka)
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
(Yo a silver spoon sucka)

Worried bout how many likes ya gonna get
Fine ass chick
Post a pic
Brain is dumb
She look fun
Can I double tap dat
While you clap dat
Lemme slap dat
Wanna fap fap
Lost in a world of who am I
Its a f*ckin crisis damn
You know what
I dont know
Tell me somethin from ya phone
Siri how is Syria
Who is starvin
What is famine
Bombs are droppin
Kids are cryin
Parents dyin
While yall
Here
Yellin
At ya
Momma
On da couch
Lyin
Spoiled little shit
How bout you stop clowin, kay?
Bitches be sleepin around, aye
How many rounds on the floor, ugh
None of us ever will know, gah

Silver spoon sucka
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
Silver spoon sucka
Followin a f*ckin tren' ugh
Clear the room suckas
False is flowin through ya feed, god
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
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Silver spoon sucka
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
Silver spoon sucka
Followin a f*ckin tren' ugh
Clear the room suckas
False is flowin through ya feed, god
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat

I just work, I just work
Aye, better listen up
Hello, can you f*cking hear me through the lean and seven up?
We're truly free
You're so corrupt
Oh f*cking please
I'm throwing up
Can someone please start growing up?
You really think you're blowing up?
(Bitch sit down)
Little bitch
Fickle chick
You're as real as Pickle Rick
Whiney hoe
Pickle dick
Little tits
You aint shit
Living the miracle
I am the here we go
You are so square
I am so spherical
Cunning and lyrical
Stunning and Spritual
Nobody hears it
I say it so clearly though

Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka yeah)
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
(You're a silver spoon sucka)
Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka)
Followin a f*ckin tren'
(Suckin on their silver spoons)
Clear the room suckas
(Yo a silver spoon sucka yeah)
False is flowin through ya feed, god
(Silver spoon sucka)
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
(Yo a silver spoon sucka, f*cka)

Sip the gold liquor down from my glass bottle
Ask her for another round
Snap it up rack up the views
We 20 deep
Hop in the Range the girls in the Benz
Louis dipped
Vetements inside out
You double tappin' gettin madder than you ever imagined
Now Tell me what happened

Worship a logo
Boxed in
Scared of the worlds view
Of your filthy f*cking skin
Don't be afraid half of them
Faker than your sweater
But then again
No one really gives a f*ck
We still bleeding checks while
You on the couch still mad as hell
Blah blah blah blah Blah just like and follow hoe

Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka yeah)
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
(You're a silver spoon sucka)
Silver spoon sucka
(Silver spoon sucka)
Followin a f*ckin tren' ush
(Suckin on their silver spoons)
Clear the room suckas
(Yo a silver spoon sucka yeah)
False is flowin through ya feed, god
(Silver spoon sucka)
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
(Yo a silver spoon sucka)

Worried bout how many likes ya gonna get
Fine ass chick
Post a pic
Brain is dumb
She look fun
Can I double tap dat
While you clap dat
Lemme slap dat
Wanna fap fap
Lost in a world of who am I
Its a f*ckin crisis damn
You know what
I dont know
Tell me somethin from ya phone
Siri how is Syria
Who is starvin
What is famine
Bombs are droppin
Kids are cryin
Parents dyin
While yall
Here
Yellin
At ya
Momma
On da couch
Lyin
Spoiled little shit
How bout you stop clowin, kay?
Bitches be sleepin around, aye
How many rounds on the floor, ugh
None of us ever will know, gah

Silver spoon sucka
Fake as friends you find on facebook, yeh
Silver spoon sucka
Followin a f*ckin tren' ugh
Clear the room suckas
False is flowin through ya feed, god
Clear the room suckas
Less ya hear ta take a seat
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Writer: Anthony McCabe, Gary Lucero, Ray Andrade
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