Earl Sweatshirt - Hive текст песни

Promise I 'aint run, I put my fist up after I get my dick suck
And quick butt maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flattest, this is sober a couples men
They tenderly, tinier turning go and I 'aint finish all
Hardly fucking with these nigga's, nigga listen
The description doesn't fit if not a sin in a minute
Don't forget it, in turn, these critics in turn
It's been in this shit, spilling, just burning like six foresees
Ready to fix, learn in digest, it's spontaneous like
Dispelling one trick only miss isn't he?
Wanna have a lessons fucking six nigga
Crawling down act like a rich nigga, isn't he?
Cracks around because slap ahead never had cash account
Stamping shot and crashing this niggas don't let to crack it out
Crack and lock and …
Hide you face and through you flannels off, wet shirt nigga
Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning
Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought
Knoking these nigga teeth ...little bro
I won't fuck with no cops
Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top
Wrapping to that could rock, passions listen old jack
Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights
Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing bitch
From a city that's recession here
Stress nigga can conflex medal with paddle right for
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But most niggs's high and bring 'em and ...to stay …
Braking news, that's less important when a lanker lose
It's laded in a baby in that baby food, hands try to make it through
Fish never lay …that she getting through
Wired dirty it's the fucking sky that you painted too
So here I see it, I'm in a pyramid
God spreading like it's true in that
Disappear again, reappear and be on top of the leader
Steer at 'em …the kids arrogates

Provided on a bad drop music
For the crack, rock music in mascara
Ride in the skinny, caught on a black top
…a lot of influence for the match batch stricken
By how the fuck you bother now?
Boy, ooh boy, I'm badest burn…
Spinning roof the little nigga, nimble …rolling bitch
Nigga's pick, a little pelf, plus I get this shit

Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning
Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought
Knoking these nigga teeth ...little bro
I won't fuck with no cops
Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top
Wrapping to that could rock, passions listen old jack
Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights
Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing bitch
Bro we know your niggas 'aint about shit
Come around we got him down ….
I'm ready to kill so tested all my weapons are real
Selling disk, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is
Got a wish and that they never gets weapons to kill
…of fat bitches at the show all throw out all witches
Nigga's get that from how they live and I live for money
Others words I'm getting money, little boy told me when it's time to ride that's for me
'aitn no body scarred of me, they think niggas 'aint prepare for he
Toast it like post sticks the way I push it
If this was eight-eight I wouldn't sing a roofless
Now sing …i'm walking down …
When the best go, haters with the …
Voices inside my head told me what they miss, ...
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Every body's hurt 'til they only got what seeking
Kicking of but, but it 'aint a song …
I don't believe it but to each and all, I 'aint trip alone 'cause I can reach crowd
Hit your home like …
Tell 'em free…
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Here to save you nigga from to …