Death Grips - Anne Bonny Lyrics
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Anne Bonny
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What Are The Lyrics For Anne Bonny By Death Grips?
I'm on that V, on that yellow pill shit
F*ck the deal is F*ck kill steal shit F*ck real Yeah I called this dude a bitch Why you have me do this shit? I done made a fuckin mess Lick it up you stupid bitch Play some fuckin' music bitch My scabs under my fingernails Can't help myself, don't wanna feel myself Roadkill slung over wicker wheelchair X amount take me out Twenty minutes I'm almost there Enter high tide blank stare ripples rise Count 'em frame by frame Edge of shore hogtied Can't wait to f*ck my brain All I need to forget is today Rip current pulls me down by open wounds on my lower left leg Yeah I called this dude a bitch Look like all he wanna do is switch Ghost ship ritual double exposed Delusional tendencies I'm belly up F*ck it though I indulge in supremacy Sixty beggars behind my casket coma Sub under gaze of sadistic 'dom Suck the skin off my teeth Automaton embalmed Under breath whisper never go too far Bitch I'm gone, bitch I'm on |
Who Wrote Anne Bonny By Death Grips?
Andrew Morin, Zachary Charles Hill, Stefan Corbin Burnett
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What's The Duration Of The Anne Bonny By Death Grips?The duration of Anne Bonny is 3:27 minutes and seconds. |
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