Testo FLYGUY - Sugs
Testo della canzone FLYGUY (Sugs), tratta dall'album FLYGUY
Good to go, say no more
I might just take flight and fly towards a different world
Cut the throat. Allen Poe
I knife up and hide it below the kitchen floor
I don't smoke, I'm the smoke
A boat full of weed I breathe til I'm spittin blood
You's da goat, that's a joke
I choke laughing, slap my knees, bro I wish you would
Got me heated from the start, promise I'll be there when they fall
And I'm gon stick there eras after
Cause I been right here long before
Bet I could choke out Triple H, bet I could slap him with my foot
I wanna smokе with Spencer Shay, bet hе gon trip balls in the woods
Get a lighter get a lighter, fill the void I been inside of
In the night I'm hidin bitch, I'm right under ya bed tonight
Cut you into piece, I need to pick your mind, a piece of mind
Yeah, mind ya business, do my bidding boy, I need you dead in 5 or
I might just go and throw a fit, wait that ain't how u do it dawg
Do it like this!
Land of blinds, I'm a 5 eye king and I like to rule with 2 iron fists
Share ya stats up on ya story, moral is you insecure
That's yo thing I think, my thing ain't for the glory or the score
Man oh man, my manners bad, I barely bare myself no more
Treat the cut, I got some bleach, predict it sting like man o' war
Good to go, say no more
I might just take flight and fly towards a different world
Cut the throat. Allen Poe
I knife up and hide it below the kitchen floor
I don't smoke, I'm the smoke
A boat full of weed I breathe til I'm spittin blood
You's da goat, that's a joke
I choke laughing, slap my knees, bro I wish you would
Me and Shneaky, got a briefcase full of teeth
Straight rip the teeth out a damn cheapskate
Me and Lucy made a movie, call it
"Punch A Goofy In His Tooth Til His Back Tooth Ache" ay!
Twisted microbe, a quarter size hole
Ripped through ya vital, bout half an inch
Tiny Mac clone, I swing a cyclone
Then stole his bike tho, that little bitch
My heart is ice cold, I'll take ya bed
Like fuck your couch hoe, I feel like Rick
You tried to swing, well I thought the same thing
I hit, chu miss, and get pierced like tits
(Ha! Ha!)
You gettin popped like your figurines
Why you saying slurs and all white? Listerine
Ever since I made a little I'm a money fiend
Now this web shit little bigger, Spence please smoke with me
(Stings doesn't it?)
Good to go, say no more
I might just take flight and fly towards a different world
Cut the throat. Allen Poe
I knife up and hide it below the kitchen floor
I don't smoke, I'm the smoke
A boat full of weed I breathe til I'm spittin blood
You's da goat, that's a joke
I choke laughing, slap my knees, bro I wish you would
If there's a 2nd world, could there be a 3rd one?
A 4th one? Could there be a 6th world?
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Writer(s): Jacob Matthew Sugars
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