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swag toof - hearses lyrics

[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, we be ridin’ he+rs+s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he+rs+, uh

[post+chorus: ?]
skinny, skinny, skinny model b+tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop it open)
skinny, skinny, skinny model b+tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop, pop, pop it open)

[verse 1: ouija]
shawty pale, she pour the lean in my ginger ale
holy grail, b+tch roll the blunt, we gon’ have a little show+and+tell
we in them he+rs+s, bendin’ blocks i know too well
she snort some yale [?] good for countin’ my mail
my whip is like a he+rs+, these shorties dyin’ to get in
i say that’s cool with me, i love the coldness of they skin
las vegas is a crazy place my darling, duck yo’ head
they bustin’ shots and floodin’ the blocks, put it in my lap instead
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
they dead if they f+ck with me
got dead b+tches f+ckin’ me
my skin is like a ouija board how gothic b+tches touchin’ me
got k!llers in my company
this evil sh+t’s a luxury
that you can’t afford
speak ill of the lord, yo’ vocal cords gon’ come with me (huh)
sucka motherf+cker get back, ‘less you a b+tch or a playa with a [?]
all i really wanna know is where the chips at
all my k!llas really wanna do is +gun c+cks+
so lil woadie lemme get that
we don’t really wanna see yo’ wig splat
but there d+mn well could be a mishap
you don’t get past that
[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, we be ridin’ he+rs+s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he+rs+, uh

[verse 2: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
fingers blackened by the passion of a hard day’s work
[?] on the wagon of my clean black he+rs+
reverse
take a bill up off the dash as i look up in the glass
another pr+ck lookin’ for cash
money, money like monopoly
i don’t play
[?]
yeah, you don’t say?
don’t wait, know exactly where that fat b+tch stay
disrespect i don’t take but for the rest…
(hold my he+rs+ up)
black candles, gold crosses, searchin’, servin’ ’em in them white churches
workin’, learnin’, even evil has a meaning and purpose
that real rap resurgence out the smoke the toof emerges
you can sell yo’ soul, partner, lemme…
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
i’m browsin’ google tryna look this voodoo curse up
to fill her brain, she thought i would fill her purse up
gave her that jonestown juice, she was out on the first cup
check please, valet hold my f+ckin’ he+rs+ up
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
[hook: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, we be ridin’ he+rs+s
talk down on the toof and you gon’ prolly need a service
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
see me bend the block and everybody gettin’ nervous
he+rs+s, he+rs+s, i be ridin’ he+rs+s
pull over, hop out, put you in that he+rs+, uh

[verse 3: ?]
skinny, skinny, skinny model b+tches in my trunk
i pop it open
[?] for some head, lookin’ thin
[?]
trick+or+treat, time to eat
l!ck my kitty cat
make it rain on your face, how you like that?
skinny, skinny, skinny model b+tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop it, pop it open)
skinny, skinny, skinny model b+tches in my trunk
i pop it open
(i pop it open, pop, pop, pop it open)
[verse 4: ouija]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
doors open, mane
doors open, mane
we be bendin’ them corners on yo’ side
dead soldiers, mane
dead soldiers, mane
even when we in the whip we ghost ridin’
you won’t find me slippin’
dead don’t ask me how i’m livin’ (how?)
empty the he+rs+ for the mission
gotta sacrifice a motherf+cker for the vision, listen
we ride, now see how my posse be dippin’
lookin’ for the v+i+c+t+i+m, motherf+ckin’ victim
sharpen my scalpel to make the incision
slit yo’ throat just like nicole
drag yo’ body home to watch the simpsons
baby, i ain’t even got to pass the dro

[verse 5: choirboy]
(hold my, hold my he+rs+ up)
i ain’t even got to let you know
you can only reap what you sow
but can always take what you don’t
[?] you can sleep six below
if you take from the wrong one [?]
burnin’ in the he+rs+ tryna cover up the scent
blowin’ like a vent, [?]
bodyin’ beats and we murderin’ those
talkin’ that sh+t, better reel in the shots
real as a ghost, real as it gets
guess i suppose it’s like digging this ditch
this feeling i get when i’m k!llin’ this b+tch
[?]
real deal, no need to [?]
we gonna see how much of yo’ clique fit in them
he+rs+s

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