YouCanTellAlotAboutAManByTheNeckOfHisShirt

Lyrics
[Intro: Saintseneca] Wohyna sregnil regnitS Won tsuj tih fi nevE Wohyna sregnil regnitS Won tsuj tih fi nevE [Verse: BONES] Hood up, blade out, bitch, I'm ready Pro club, type neck, bitch, I'm heavy Dirty old shoes, but I get clean money When you get money you don't care about nothing Still I know that It don't mean nothing It just feel nice putting food in my stomach One million blunts, and I'm back to the curb Young white trash, came back for the serve Long hair, looking like a young white bitch But you never see a bitch go like this Roll my sticks, I'ma show my wrist And roll of the diamonds, let it shine, let it glisten White boys can't listen Get too mad they don't sound like this Watch out who you dissing I don't say a word you just wind up missing [Chorus: BONES] And it's just like that When I speak, bitch, don't talk back And it's just like that When I speak, bitch, don't talk back Said it's just like that When I speak, bitch, don't talk back Said it's just like that When I speak, bitch, don't talk back [Outro: Saintseneca] —time away False if I falsify the frame Even if hit— —time away False if I falsify the frame Even if hit— —time away False if I falsify the frame Even if hit— —time away False if I falsify the frame Even if hit— —time away False if I falsify the frame Even if hit—
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- Writers
- BONES
- GREAF