Paroles Lick The Witch (Feat. Rob Sonic) de Tobacco

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  • Chanson: Lick The Witch (Feat. Rob Sonic)
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Textes et Paroles de Lick The Witch (Feat. Rob Sonic)



Hey hey ha
It goes one for the trouble
Hey hey ha
It goes two for the town
Hey hey ha
It goes three for the money
No seriously
Three for your money

Little tike too
Heat get his hurt cone
In the outhouse painting tell Satan to keep his shirt on
Burdened by thirst it comes worse if it's downstream
Tell on his tummy in mummy canal jeans
Wade through the vomit in pockets of dinosaurs
Shout let em eat the gate
Shakin around those horn
With a minute wit it spit with a long loogie
Pop gone rap like he trapped in the wrong movie
A clumsy way to decay did his own show
MTV crib in the remnants of mobile homes
Plus the baby powder when power gets used wrong
Carbon people walk all over me into my tombstone
Lame old same old
Straight hoes in plain clothes
Euros turn to dollars and dollars turn into pesos
Cold cocked
Shocked by the three thirty
X's on his eyes and stars in the blue birdies
Still gold
This money got still told
Pulling hell out of his hat and a train with his earlobe
He hear wrong
Crooked seedy with green thought
A bench warmered room for greedy marine corpse
Senior game matched it
Incubated and hatched it
Nurtured it and fed it and when it trusted we smacked it
Grew up to despise him and try him at all turns
But when it visits home it knows it should call first
Up against the world would it little has your credit
Arms up legs apart Marky calisthenics
Don't sweat it
The purpose is free train
Until your leaky finger we swimming from heat shame
Ain't afford a math hole to get a brown star
Hands up on his feet getting deep in lawn darts
Jungle jack rabbit his magic is deep shadow
Asshole this is foot
Bobby this is Tobacco

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