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Correct You're Now Tuning Into 66.6 FM With DJ Rapture (The Hottest Hour Of The Evening) Lyrics
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Correct You're Now Tuning Into 66.6 FM With DJ Rapture (The Hottest Hour Of The Evening)
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[Intro: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH & NORTHSIDE SHAWTY] Sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessing crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride Who am I? I am God; I am Basquiat [Break] Trap-a-holics mixtapes Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas [Verse 1: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH] Grey five nine signed Rough diamonds, tryna shine Christ and I, $ui-$uicide You know, you know, you know I'm Diving head first when crucified Lucifer cried when I told him I'm choosing to die Noose and a knife But I ain't use the knife To loosen the noose, keep it tight Abusing the truth, that's a lie Fuckboy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind Fuckboy better think fast when he cock the nine Fuckboy better– Fuckboy better sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessing crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line Yet another line inside the cup (G!) Another line you should look up (R!) Another line that shook you up (E!) I signed the line for Lucifer (Y!) [Break] Damn son where'd you find this? Real trap shit! [Verse 2: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY] 5-9 'til I'm dead, aye, yuh Bitch, I'm Grey 'til the death, yeah, uh Never gave a fuck 'bout dying, no, uh Even when I was a jit, woe Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking China white Fuck it if I die tonight, I'm gambling with my fucking life West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride Who am I? I am God; I am Basquiat Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins Mentally deranged, hear the crows say my name ($carecrow) I'm just wasting my time, I'm just wastin' my breath Why can't I just die? Why can't I go next? Why we get no respect? Why I love holding TEC's? Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em 'till death This ain't no motherfuckin' trend, every day feels like the end Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can't feel my sins
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