Letra de Center Core Never More - $UICIDEBOY$ & Germ

(Feat. Germ)

You did good, $lick

It's a smash

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Diamonds hit like pop rocks, we got too hot, lightin' blunts with lava

We don't do the drama, but the Oscars where I'm posted at

Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that

I'ma need you to stand on that, I'm tryna tap in with your almanac

Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement

Nigga might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement

Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican, lookin' for all my payments

Paper chasin', Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches

I'm here to slay 'em

All this lean, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)

All these pills, bitch, I can't feel my body (Shit, shit)

Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody (Ah)

Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body

White dove, fly high, throw my threes up in the sky

Throw my threes around my eyes and then I call it "My disguise"

Masked off, I'm just out here with a raw face

Ask me how I been and I draw blanks

Hold tight 'til my claws break

Full metal jacket kinda heavy (Heavy)

At the bottom of the fuckin' lake, I parked my Chevy (I parked my Chevy)

Waitin' to die, but I wasn't born ready (Born ready)

Shakin' up my life, I'm tryna hold steady (Hold steady)

Birds of a feather flock together (Yup)

Grey the fucking gang, ain't no one could do it better (Grey)

Two odd numbers right behind the fucking letters (Five Nine)

Me, $lick, and Germ our alliance is forever

I just popped a pill (Pill), pull up with the deal (Deal)

Pistol whip a pussy, have 'em loopin' on the reel (Reel)

Wood-grain wheel (Wheel), chromed out rims (Rim)

Million dollar deals, sign my name as "H-I-M" (Wetto)

Tales from the North (North), back from the dead

Hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my head (Northside)

Two story grave (Grave), trauma on my wrists (Wrist)

Three fingers high, other three in my bitch (Bitch)

Fuck, I got problems that won't go away (Guess who?)

Don't understand 'cause I been hitting pay (Yeah)

Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I just want a threesome)

New opps but my clique Grey (Grey)

Smokin' pound, after pound

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