歌词
作曲 : Eduard Vodovozik
Suckas paranoid duggity dodging through the forest
Getting high off that angel dust, cause they [?] rigor mortis
Why you tellin' me about your motha****in' problems?
I shit to south Memphis more, rolls in the result
Going out back in them sides and I'm blastin on them bitches
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick 'em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against the wall
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Why you tellin' me about your motha****in' problems?
I shit to south Memphis more, rolls in the result
Going out back in them sides and I'm blastin on them bitches
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick 'em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against thе wall
The bigger the nigga who comеs
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Blood stains all over the mutha****in' wall
He's foaming at his mouth cuz I filled him up with [?]
Jesus
Oh, Jesus
God is good
God is—
Suckas paranoid duggity dodging through the forest
Getting high off that angel dust, cause they 'bout to rigor mortis
Why you tellin' me about your motha****in' problems?
I shit to south Memphis more, rolls in the result
Going out back in them sides and I'm blastin on them bitches
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick 'em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against the wall
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Falls, falls
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Falls, falls
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Why you tellin' me about your motha****in' problems?
I shit to south Memphis more, rolls in the result
Going out back in them sides and I'm blastin on them bitches
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against the wall
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
Blood stains all over the mutha****in' wall
He's foaming at his mouth cuz I filled him up with [?]
Suckas paranoid duggity dodging through the forest
Getting high off that angel dust, cause they 'bout to rigor mortis
Why you tellin' me about your motha****in' problems?
I shit to south Memphis more, rolls in the result
Going out back in them sides and I'm blastin on them bitches
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick 'em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against the wall
The bigger the nigga who comes
The quicker the nigga who falls, falls
God is good
God is gay
God is [?]