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saint resin – death in a can lyrics

[intro]
yo man imma say it one more time; i don’t know what the f-ck y’all are talkin’ bout, and i suggest you let me go on my way!
oh, really!?
oh, really!?
i suggest you kiss my -ss, quick! ahahahaha!
only way you goin’ home, is shot, motherf-cker!

[hook]
death in a can
i be smokin’ by the gram
if you wanna tag along with us you better know the plan
or we soot at your man
got a riffle in my hand
got a army like a barbie but i’m paid in advance
i be runin’ through the six
i be poppin f-ckin’ l!cks
i be f-ckin’ on your wifey then i nutted on her lips
i be eatin’ so good but you know i’m stayin’ fit
i be f-ckin’ up my life but honey i don’t give a sh-t b-tch
ay
ay
ay
ay

[verse: 1]
ridin round town
got a uzi and a pound
goth b-tch all on my d-ck
imma f-ck her like a hound
you be hatin’ like a clown
imma eat your b-tch out
out here gettin money while you thirsty for some clout
devil in my eyes tellin’ me about the lies
got me thinkin’ am i crazy or am i just wise?
flexin’ on my exes while you busy with a wife
that b-tch faker than a scooby-doo villian in disguise
tellin me you love me but i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t think you love me hoe
you love me for the buck
hoes come and go like money
money comes and goes like luck
if you hate me why your b-tch like my d-ck more you cuck?
ridin’ on my nuts and her p-ssy hangin’ out
nutted on her back hoe, i nutted on her mouth
wan’t me for the cash hoe
you want me for the clout
but i’m gobblin’ up that bottom like i was a f-ckin trout
ay f-ck what you heard b-tch, shout out lil toe
shoot you in your p-ssy hoe cuz you a p-ssy hoe
f-ck what you thankin’ b-tch you don’t even know
d-mn, you be stankin’ b-tch i cover up my nose
tellin’ me i can’t b-tch you tellin’ me i won’t
make it in this game you be talkin’ but you broke
most of y’all are sc-m and you lazy, you a joke
seein’ me on tv while you sittin’ there i gloat

[hook]
death in a can
i be smokin’ by the gram
if you wanna tag along with us you better know the plan
or we soot at your man
got a rifle in my hand
got a army like a barbie but i’m paid in advance
i be runin’ through the six
i be poppin f-ckin’ l!cks
i be f-ckin’ on your wifey then i nutted on her lips
i be eatin’ so good but you know i’m stayin’ fit
i be f-ckin’ up my life but honey i don’t give a sh-t b-tch
ay
ay
ay

[verse: 2]
i do the dash
(do the dash)
i count the cash
(count the cash)
i’m smokin’ ash
(smokin’ ash)
i never crash
(never crash)
if it cherried imma hit it then i p-ss
i smoke a bliff
(i do)
ride off a cliff
(oh yeah)
don’t give a sh-t
(i don’t)
about your b-tch
(that thot, that thot)
i’m h-lla rich
(i am)
i’m h-lla broke
(i’m both)
i’m h-lla woke
(ay)
i h-lla toke
(yuh)
i never choke
(no)
this ain’t a joke
(it ain’t)
this sh-t for real
(yuh)
your b-tch a meal
(ay)
like how it feel when i hit it and she squeal
(she do)
you know the deal
ay
ay
ay
ay
ay
yuh

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