Lyrics:
high
Black leather boots on
Stomping heads in
Pool of blood is my favorite high
Nyx getting up in the mix
Blood bags are my favorite fix
Upside down
Skinny jeans, black strap boots
Dressed to kill in a leather suit
Are you ready?
Cause I'm ready!
Easy rider all over again
When your James Dean
say I got a cold heart
Every fucking day, man I gotta go hard
Black Prada boot stepping match the Chrome Hearts
I ain't even a fashion nigga, my fits so
FLEXIN
VIVO ENPILHANDO DINDIN
BRILHA NO PULSO O ROLEX
PEITA DA BALMAIN
A FRAGRÂNCIA E O FERRARI BLACK
NO BOOT
UM NIKE OU JORDAN ?
PÕE LA NO PAYPAL QUE
switching jiggers rocking leather chaps cowboy boots pop cap pistols (black max dildo on a piston compress ya shit son fatalities to rupture
Sought after
a tall man with no face
Grabbed the child from their home
And to the woods made their escape
Run
He had work boots and wore all black
And he was
boot.
Jimi beat the boots off a nigga,
Now he black & blue.
I'm talkin' to myself in the mirror,
Like I am, who you?
Well go head & shoot.
If you had
just better looking than me
Got a brown leather jacket on ad bright blue jeans
Wears a pair of black Beatle boots just like me
He's got a lot of hair
feathers
Spare boots made of tight black leather
Keep her nickel-plated pistol right
Behind that dresser yessir
You ain't gonna find that treasure never
Uh
My cowboy boots and a coat of black leather
Walking down the street I'm feeling better
Seems like it's been so long ago
That I felt like I had
in the cat, and I'm pushin' it SRT with the turbo, twins and a blick
I'm in all black, and my boots are Balenci On the highway with a model, she love
of the apocalypse
Wore holes in the soles of the sands of time
Kept them boots on kept on riding
Black holed heart on an empty plain
Devil heard devil heard him
the hip
Rubber handle so it's new on the grip
Down for the reload, reload the clip
Four for the kicks, boots for the pitch
Course black lives matter,
along
I saw these things come to pass
Standing on the Nashville grass
Standing in the Sunday suit
I saw his own black cowboy boots
Tell me someone, do
Yall didn’t do shit for black lives
Till a boot on his neck was on Facebook live
Textbook cries for his mama
He had to go to heaven just to stand for his
Hit her with the real loader
Ginseng with the roots, black heels with them boots
She likes your sex
The waiting in the dressing room, who's ready
Billy baby
Black jeans, beige boots, spillin' Grey Goose and grapefruits on suede shoes
Made moves I paid dues now my team gleam like they front page
myself with a damn good price
Sweet oblivion
Got myself a bargain on
Sweet oblivion
That lies in this black tar
These boots are made for walking
Still I
my clothes (eww)
I'm at the club with a bad hoe
Stepping in venchy shark lock ankle boots (okaaaye)
She rocking all black she an angel
She throwing it
everyone
Killers and shooter
Oh shit, duck! I've had enough
Ask anything I got the answer for ya
You are now bumping to the black Daria
Big boots, big
lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
They didn't want to have a bogey man
They didn't like him and he didn't like them
Black Cadillac, Alligator
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
Skinny girl big black eyes
Boots that shine, a red guitar
Writing songs with three chords
Dreams and real life are so close
The mirror is her
And black canvas boots laced to the last eyelet
On Columbus Boulevard
With little brown spots of spent rain
Swept up from the bright black street
There
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