Plague Lyrics by Elcamino
The butter soft interior match my apparel
I heard your homie told, he working for the bureau
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The butter soft interior match my apparel
I heard your homie told, he working for the bureau
I came from the bottom of the bottom
I’ll smack you with the bottom of the bottle
How long you gonna be like this?
Whatchu want from me?
Smoking a black feeling trapped in this free world
Can’t even leave the crib past nine
Good now dry your eyes no more cries
Had an M on my ride since I first learned to drive