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bones - 94 lyrics

[intro]
yo dj play that new bones song right now!

[verse]
kicking in the door, clip hold 24, i’m home, b+tch, what the issue is?
b+tching on the phone to a b+tch so loud, you couldn’t even hear a deadboy enterin’
caught him in the kitchen, i am f+cking on a mission
12 shots, motherf+ck a pistol whip
he sipping that mud, i slip on that blood, now the sole on my boots they glistening
blood spill, spit in his face
sprayin’ him like some f+cking mace
creep pulling up in a g, skull stitched on the seats inside my getaway
tanqueray in my glass, reminiscing of my f+cked up past
matter of fact bustin’ all black but theres many memories i wish i never had
kicking back, smoke a blunt
high as f+ck, my brain is ripped
talking to my partner ’bout a play for some guala he down, i’m down, lets hit the strip
storm clouds every day, even if its just inside my head
thunder and lightning, i am coming to strike him
he see bones and he know he dead

[outro]
[?] stereo
driving in the nine four
just say you don’t [?]
driving in the nine four
[?]

- bones lyrics

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