b#tch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin’ on my dope, feel like Juno
I got juice up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though, what?
I don’t wanna be the one to tell ’em
Metal, both fades on the
There’s blood on my weapon like it’s
What’s bond for the case? I’mma pay
Hopping out the back of the El Dorado
DeadBoys pull up, DeadGirls follow
Death in a blunt, in a bottle
Bronco, yeah, the older model
Box sweets at the ball game
I don’t know the players
But I know the motto
No, I ain’t seen; don’t try me
Try to come between, wе’ll do you bad
Hope your parents ain’t still alive
To see thеir only son get garbage bag’d
Yeah, garbage bag
See their only son get garbage bag’d
Garbage bag
Banging on the trash can
I ain’t laying in the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Banging on the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b#tch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin’ on my dope, feel like Juno
I got juice up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though, what?
I don’t wanna be the one to tell ’em
Metal, both fades on the
There’s blood on my weapon like it’s
What’s bond for the case? I’mma pay
What? 25, that’s 2-for-50
Feel like Mr. Allen, yea
Can’t go home where the hatred grows
So I guess it’s to the alley [What?
Catch the b#tch, let me grab my list
Every year I make a
Pour a cup then I roll a blunt
b#tch, death is all about balance
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BONES Lyrics – Juno