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vagabond - godofmars lyrics

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rollie on my wrist i might go and pop that b*tch
she be riding d*ck but she still talkin sh*t
i dont give a f*ck b*tch im finna it rich
finna make it rich
but she still talkin sh*t

i be in the club in the back my friends
i have no needs to make amens
all my friends be rockin motherf*ckin timberlands
need to get her out the picture but i hope she understands

i got a razorblade in my back f*ckin pocket
finna make this club pop like a f*ckin rocket
i dont give a f*ck b*tch you need to f*ckin drop it
i ain’t f*ckin callin stop with all this f*ckin nonsense
no thought of you not a thing on my conscious
i be in the dark, dark figure in the distance
im at your window do you feel my presence
i just popped a bеan its my favorite f*cking substance

me and apollyon wе a pair of vagabonds
hittin bongs smokin blunts thats a mile long
it ain’t gonna take long till all of its gone
till all of its gone b*tch we ain’t gonna let you sp*wn
b*tch we higher than the moon
b*tch we cannot talk to you
ive been in the cut runnin drugs up for fun
i dont need no gun b*tch im ducked off from the sun

rollie on my wrist i might go and jug that b*tch
i got big ass glocks and they all got a switch
come in my yard ill leave your fat ass in a ditch
when i die ill know be filthy f*ckin rich
mansion with a case of stairs b*tch i dont give a sh*t

i be in my room trippin b*lls watch me candy flip
i just ate a sheet b*tch im writing hieroglyphs
you can find my body between two cliffs

- godofmars lyrics

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