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ShadeRoom Video (MV)




Performed By: Bones
Language: English
Written by: Elmo O'Connor




Bones - ShadeRoom Lyrics




Diamonds white like Fox News
My FN black like shade room
Kill 'em, it's hard not to
On rumble, now your day ruined
Shave like baby bottle pop
I think today I ought to stop
This weapon make 'em mountain climb
My pinky, that's a boulder rock (rock)
Whisky coke bitch, hold the rocks
I rock that bitch and shoulder rock
I'm bout to grab another house
Your boyfriend bought a chain and watch
He really think he 'boutta pop
He really think he 'boutta drop
Bitch, I drop the blade, bitch, f*ck a fade, I'm tryna lock a box (box)
Number nine that's on my jersey, J and El, I know you heard me
Droppin' out the place comprised of overdoses and family murders
Bitch, there's no such thing as purpose
Angels die and devils last forever 'til they call it curtains

Yeah (yeah), what, what? (Bitch)
Ah (yeah), ah (yeah), ah (yeah-yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah), yeah (bitch)

Ten thousand got 'em disappearin'
I rock SESH, what's an amiri?
Speak on SESH, now I can't spare 'em
Push 'em to the edge and spear 'em
Reachin' under the ring for tables
He reached for the kid and vanished
Money low, you lookin' famished
You despawn, you sat and plan it
Marathon, we run the planet
One-hundred K, that's just for Vegas
Grabba leaf, that's for my anger
Lethal drink I sip don't panic (yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Grabba leaf, that's for my anger
Lethal drink I sip don't panic (what?)
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English

Diamonds white like Fox News
My FN black like shade room
Kill 'em, it's hard not to
On rumble, now your day ruined
Shave like baby bottle pop
I think today I ought to stop
This weapon make 'em mountain climb
My pinky, that's a boulder rock (rock)
Whisky coke bitch, hold the rocks
I rock that bitch and shoulder rock
I'm bout to grab another house
Your boyfriend bought a chain and watch
He really think he 'boutta pop
He really think he 'boutta drop
Bitch, I drop the blade, bitch, f*ck a fade, I'm tryna lock a box (box)
Number nine that's on my jersey, J and El, I know you heard me
Droppin' out the place comprised of overdoses and family murders
Bitch, there's no such thing as purpose
Angels die and devils last forever 'til they call it curtains

Yeah (yeah), what, what? (Bitch)
Ah (yeah), ah (yeah), ah (yeah-yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah), yeah (bitch)

Ten thousand got 'em disappearin'
I rock SESH, what's an amiri?
Speak on SESH, now I can't spare 'em
Push 'em to the edge and spear 'em
Reachin' under the ring for tables
He reached for the kid and vanished
Money low, you lookin' famished
You despawn, you sat and plan it
Marathon, we run the planet
One-hundred K, that's just for Vegas
Grabba leaf, that's for my anger
Lethal drink I sip don't panic (yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Grabba leaf, that's for my anger
Lethal drink I sip don't panic (what?)
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Writer: Elmo O'Connor
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