Letra de Guns n’ Roses - Scrim

(Lonely boy)

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a Smash)

Ayy

Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah

My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)

I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)

Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out, yeah

Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes

Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize

Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out

I'm poppin' them pills for years so there ain't much I feel now, yeah

Hop out Balenci'

Hop out in Vetements

Step out the Rick, step out the elements, yeah

Poppin' on Tranqs, I'm high as an elephant, yeah

Spinnin' in York, high off the ketamine, yeah

Hang out the roof, top off the casket, yeah

Slut out the coupe, fuck her in traffic, yeah

Hop off the Porsche, swangin' that ratchet, yeah

Hop in the Wraith, block out the static, uh (Yeah)

Chrome out the face, chrome out the blick (Yeah)

Slut out the ho, fuck out the fit, uh

Sip out the four, numb out the fix (Yeah)

Fired the port, took all the risks

Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Hop out the four-by— (Yeah)

Hop out the 4x4

Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Hop out the 4x4, get a opp folded, yeah

My bitch love rockstar shit, guns n' roses, yeah (Woah)

I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (Yeah)

Drugs on pop-star shit, th-th-they all sold out, yeah

Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes

Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize

Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out

I'm poppin' them pills for years so there ain't much I feel now

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