Snakes in the grass gotta cut em out
Got no time for the run around
You get no shine when the sun is out
I'm versatile got 100 sounds
Brodie got a choppa hold 100 rounds
He said he in the field but he outta bounds
Can't find this for a thousand miles, she popped a pill now she bounce and smile
Critics all seem to count me out but
Imma get it that's beyond a doubt what
Anybody has to say to me gotta go rehearse, gotta sound it out, huh
Heard what you said I don't wanna talk
I just put bread in marijuana stock
Shorty gave me head in the mornin' time
My homies flip birds like Mordecai
Glock to your head that's a .45
Your new shit sound like story time
Are you finna do sum or am I?
When I look back had sorer eyes
I get to the money I get to the bands
I don't know really I guess it depends
Shorty stand out when she next to her friends
Got it penned out and the message is sent
Suvi - CARMEN (feat. killjoy) Lyrics
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Snakes in the grass gotta cut em out
Got no time for the run around
You get no shine when the sun is out
I'm versatile got 100 sounds
Brodie got a choppa hold 100 rounds
He said he in the field but he outta bounds
Can't find this for a thousand miles, she popped a pill now she bounce and smile
Critics all seem to count me out but
Imma get it that's beyond a doubt what
Anybody has to say to me gotta go rehearse, gotta sound it out, huh
Heard what you said I don't wanna talk
I just put bread in marijuana stock
Shorty gave me head in the mornin' time
My homies flip birds like Mordecai
Glock to your head that's a .45
Your new shit sound like story time
Are you finna do sum or am I?
When I look back had sorer eyes
I get to the money I get to the bands
I don't know really I guess it depends
Shorty stand out when she next to her friends
Got it penned out and the message is sent
Got no time for the run around
You get no shine when the sun is out
I'm versatile got 100 sounds
Brodie got a choppa hold 100 rounds
He said he in the field but he outta bounds
Can't find this for a thousand miles, she popped a pill now she bounce and smile
Critics all seem to count me out but
Imma get it that's beyond a doubt what
Anybody has to say to me gotta go rehearse, gotta sound it out, huh
Heard what you said I don't wanna talk
I just put bread in marijuana stock
Shorty gave me head in the mornin' time
My homies flip birds like Mordecai
Glock to your head that's a .45
Your new shit sound like story time
Are you finna do sum or am I?
When I look back had sorer eyes
I get to the money I get to the bands
I don't know really I guess it depends
Shorty stand out when she next to her friends
Got it penned out and the message is sent
Writer: David Lares, Henry Maysack
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid