hu i am - skull n bones lyrics
3..2..2 aye
break your skull..break your bones
3..2…2
we dont mess around baby back it up..faded how we made it. yeah we made it up..they call it black magic cause they close to us. yeah they dont want you open cause you bad for what (bad for what)
break some break some bones yeah yeah give some skull
grave crawl so small, i dont watch the crib baby don’t stall. throw thin money but it stack tall. drop top, gave me head no skull
i bone her till she tell tales that’s all, i woke up like a tall tale that’s all
a legend we cop, flex. the bags up
speaking in black tongues, the acts up
eclipse the blood moon. my eyes shut. seems all of heaven is locked up
war of conflicts, it’s my time
content complex so guess what. hear it from the walls how they still blind. flexable vexens warm up. look after the show how they still suck up. sacrife, warship my cup
sacred sage b-tch the stage lit
see the stars man they split..spit, spliff
no savings, hu baal my lightning still raiden
they still can’t touch my cadence
how i’ve waited, high rated ×3
yeah
hook: she f-ckin me up, yeah these drugs f-ckin me up yeah, she f-ckin or what, yeah she f-ckin me up yeah, she f-ckin me up yeah these drugs f-ckin me up (×2)…b-tch i get close to the closer but these thoughts(thots) are keeping me stuck
b-tch i be smokin that ether, it’s either her head or i leave her, roll up instead thats a keeper, dead ni–as im sent by the reeper, collecting my debts in a beemer, d-mn she so damp like a beaver, her -ss jiggle out of that leemur, its legal head smoke thats that lethal, head lock on the game thats a sleeper, her heat, that physique made me need her
new age wit the rage im a leader
hear off the b-ss that -ss close to the dior, need a break through like a meter, brace on her face like im f-ckin a cleaner, wrap and that
p-ssy grip , glove in the e.r, ice on my neck for the fever
hook: she f-ckin me up, yeah these drugs f-ckin me up yeah, she f-ckin or what, yeah she f-ckin me up yeah, she f-ckin me up yeah these drugs f-ckin me up (×2)…b-tch i get close to the closer but these thoughts(thots) are keeping me stuck
break some bones x2
we don’t mess around baby back it up, faded how we made it, yeah we made it up
they call it black magic cause they bound to us they dont eant you open cause you bad for what
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