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lirik lagu sweet chin symphony – retch

far away for the waves bruh

sweet chin music to your f-cking mother

give us a path my n-gga, high time n-ggas is drowning cowabunga

[verse 1: retch]
tryna live righteous but this devil got ahold of me
standing in the rain with a k, high off more than v
looking for my enemies or just a p-ssy n-gga sl1ck
f-ck the system, rather take my f-cking wrist and f-cking slit ’em
bible in my back pocket, think i got a condom too
some chapstick and a recept for this motherf-cking chinese food
outchea tryna hit a l1ck cause a n-gga need one
got thirty seven dollars cash and motherf-cking weed crumbs
my b-tches on some next sh-t, them hoes don’t even love a n-gga
got the b-tch tatted then she ran off with some other n-gga
f-ck it though can’t even trip, cause i’m such a piece of sh-t
ask me what i did and i’ma tell you that i plead the fifth
word to my n-gga dave, trapping to the f-cking grave
i just met a n-gga that said he could get me hand grenades
finna cop a couple and go biking through the neighborhood
headed to the local park, just wising that a n-gga would

[hook: retch]
let’s go have it and cop a g
that’s 500 grams for you, that’s five 500 grams for me
35 a pop, talk ’em down to three
that’s 30 racks off of crack, you’d be stupid not to agree
plastic baggies, we burn the tip
i’m in the trap with a itch, my fingers sting like a b-tch
going hard to death for the camp
forever ride to the end, if you my mans you my mans

[verse 2: a$ton matthews]
versace frame in my petey pablo, just copped the sw-nging
you know the stainless, you know the name is brick flair
brick flair, all they talk about is brick flair
bet his p-ssy brown if my d-ck there
winter, fall, it’s a cold case, snow nose means no play
cause when your knows knows i get more pay
i’m the xannie doctor, nose for a pantie dropper
you know the price, my mafiaso got hands in lobster
son of sam, b-tch i’m holyfield holding grams
moses [?], brought the wave to the holy lands
i sway, i surf, i bag, i serve, my packs bring herds
my pinky ring bring birds, my main break chauffeurs
i let the homies f-ck but i’m smashing her first
pop the p-ssy while i pop the deuce
and f-ck a cop until he cop a few, montana

[hook]

[verse 3: retch & a$ton matthews]
wake up, smell the gun smoke, hz global, cutthroat
slung dope, smoke dope, faded off that love boat
some n-ggas owed dough, i been calling out your matador
we at his crib, we sn-tch up his moms and call it collateral

crash the panamera, [?], shattered jaws
they don’t even scratch it off, riding out, hammers drawn versace print tiger paws with a pocket full of hannah montana
that i hustled off a h-sselhoff, p-ss it off

that asher roth, i bag it raw and get it off
n-ggas that be cheffing, they hit my line when they needed soft

they see the jaws, my pinky bright, my feet is course
teriyaki paint but you don’t see the source, peep the horse

with my asian b-tch, (tatted up)
spanish hoe, (saddle up)
(white boys say they love my sh-t), bro your rad as f-ck
dapper fan, ([?])
retchy porter, (minivan)
banging ’til the feds knock, (b-tch i think i’m x-pac)

[hook]

- retch

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