GraveYard
Ant Marley
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Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard I'm paid now Ain't have this money last year I see Different face now Take some meds Count the spread in different ways now Baby girl come right here Ass up face down Never thought I'd make it this far Issa shooting star She wanna do it We can do it Let's take off to mars Can't show no love I been crossed Got some love scars I can try to trust you Shordy but it's gon be hard Until then gotta get to mula Having a party with all these dead presidents My only friends in the room In the junkyard with the hardware These scraps gotta get sold too We strapped try to rob you doomed Big guns like something off doom Spin yo block wet ya up typhoon I'm feeding dogs They wait in line for my food They Camping out Like I'm sellin Mikes Shoes Money coming meds going That's what my trap do Wish the hundreds was red So my stack stay pink f*ck blues Wish the hundreds was red So my stack stay pink f*ck blues Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard Issa party in the graveyard We out here working everyday Like it's a slave yard yea Gold Chains New whips Still got Old cheese New dip Yo bitch She dipped Like a grammy That mean she hit Hit it then I'm dippin He flex with bands we strip em Just came up on a pistol Might not shoot just pistol whip em Off these xans I'm swervin Auntie want it I serve er Cousin want it i serve em Gotta get rid of all these birdies Ride thru my city with no worries Who really want it? Glock 26 stay with me Best believe That ima dump it 19 shoots steady thumping Track star he took off running 19 shots steady thumping Track star he took off running Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard Having a party with the dead 2 steppin thru the graveyard All my friends take meds We call the trap the JunkYard Hands together bow your head Leave em dead in the ChurchYard Prayed for money now I'm paid 1700 for the Goyard
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