gaeng - gum head lyrics
[chorus, saek]
(hey) i don’t stress about it, quit runnin’ your mouth b-tch
i don’t settle down i’m like (hey)
run ’em down, run ’em run ’em down, run ’em
(hey) so don’t try to cool me then
drag you from behind the whip like a newlywed (hey)
run ’em down, run ’em run ’em down, run ’em
[zaeko]
they let him loose with a deuce deuce, mix you wit a cuece cuece
lookin like you food, you a stray
stay for a day, tricks with a switchblade on em
stay for a minute, put the paste on the page, wait
what am i thinking and why do i do this
i don’t think i’m right when i’m ruthless, you do
you knew this would happen, i’m sorry i’m crackin up
scratch that, i’ll start with your tooth
moon shine on all of my things, on all of my rings to the floor
fleet street with a blood stain on it
dogs don’t want it, don’t speak at the door
think, put em in a he-rs-, curse
three feet in the belly of the dirt for mercy first
sn-tching a purse ’cause i hurt, lipstick smile upturned, skert
[chorus, saek]
(hey) i don’t stress about it, quit runnin’ your mouth b-tch
i don’t settle down i’m like (hey)
run ’em down, run ’em run ’em down, run ’em
(hey) so don’t try to cool me then
drag you from behind the whip like a newlywed (hey)
run ’em down, run ’em run ’em down, run ’em
[bridge, saek]
hey, i’m still breathing
long as i’m alive, i’m prepared to die bleeding
i don’t want your rhyme, i don’t want your reason
i don’t want your rhyme, i don’t want your reason, screaming
hey, i’m still breathing
long as i’m alive, i’m prepared to die bleeding
i don’t want your rhyme, i don’t want your reason
motherf-ck your rhymes, motherf-ck your reason, screaming
[kell]
gaeng, gaeng, gaeng
so much f-ckin’ powder you would think that i bang
so much f-ckin’ baking soda you would think that i slang
but i bake though, got the sweet with the tang
hit you down south when i sw-ng
make your f-ckin’ screams have a country–ss tw-ng
like, like, andale pues guey
no mames, nosotros pasamos en tu calle, aye like-
like f-ck what you think
i had to wash you off in my kitchen–ss sink
f-ckin’ baby–ss b-tch, where’s your bottle? go drink
your whole life gone in a motherf-cking blink
trenches under my eyes, i don’t dig what i see
talkin’ bout a trap, rat face what you be
talkin’ bout a needle, iv what you need
got a f-ckin’ problem you can come and see me
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