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4 in a faygo - sematary lyrics

[intro]
haunt*o*holixxx
gettin’ top in that droptop with the top off
f*ck a cop, make my sawed*off blow his head off (du*du*du*du)
f*ck a opp, in that droptop with the top off
f*ck a cop, make my sawed*off blow his head off
gettin’ top in that droptop with the top off
f*ck a cop, make my sawed*off blow his head off (du*du*du*du*)
(hauntaholics, you b*st*rd!)
what up, anvil?
moundrich season, ho
grave man on the beat, make it go insane
grave man, woo, woo
haunt*o*holixxx the mixtape, b*tch!
pour a four in a faygo, grave man, grave man
yeah, go (3am gang)
moundrich, b*tch

[chorus]
pour a four in a faygo ’til my mind slow
pop three, b*tch, i pop four, oxycodone
ride slow with my scarecrows, and they all go
psycho, we some psychos, better off alone
rust cohle, feel like rust cohle, i see real ghosts
stay true, gotta stay true, got a filthy soul
fly though, i stay fly though, my haunted mound polo
all alone at the party, bеtter off alone
gettin’ top in that droptop with thе top off
f*ck a cop, make my sawed*off blow his head off (du*du*du*du)
f*ck a opp, b*tch, h*ll nah, he get curb stomped
mound boss with my bands up, laughing at y’all
shawty, looking hot as f*ck, dance to this old song
party, that boy talk tough ’til he see my gun
smoking and we rolling, back of the he*rs* truck
going dumb, yeah, our brains gone, we don’t give a f*ck
[bridge]
we don’t give a f*ck, we don’t give a f*ck
yeah, yeah
haunt*haunt*hauntaholics

[chorus]
pour a four in a faygo ’til my mind slow
pop three, b*tch, i pop four, oxycodone
ride slow with my scarecrows, and they all go
psycho, we some psychos, better off alone
rust cohle, feel like rust cohle, i see real ghosts
stay true, gotta stay true, got a filthy soul
fly though, i stay fly though, my haunted mound polo
all alone at the party, better off alone
gettin’ top in that droptop with the top off
f*ck a cop, make my sawed*off blow his head off (du*du*du*du)
f*ck a opp, b*tch, h*ll nah, he get curb stomped
mound boss with my bands up, laughing at y’all
shawty, looking hot as f*ck, dance to this old song
party, that boy talk tough ’til he see my gun
smoking and we rolling, back of the he*rs* truck
going dumb, yeah, our brains gone, we don’t give a f*ck

- sematary lyrics

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