Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Dredd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm a real joker bitch
Comin' straight up to about to see you
Can't imagine whatchu seein' in yo' deepest darkest dreams
I point a beam into ya eye
Now yo' body reach the sky
And there ain't no tellin' why I killed a bunch of bitches high
Throwin' up a bit
Now this they gon' tell me this?
Think I'm going crazy, goin' brazy
Never ever think I'm lazy
Try to test me bitch
Think of all this stupid shit
I'm never home
Always on
Sippin' on some [?]
Deep in the jungle tryna' make a fucking rumble
Dead body chillin' in the sack, what you think of that?
Bone, must be fold
Now yo' body hit the flo'
Hear a dump, ain't no bump
I am feelin' sorta slump
Ain't no
Creepin' in the motha fuckin' dungeon
This I know, sniffin' blow, makin' all this fuckin' dough
Ain't no
Creepin' in the motha fuckin' dungeon
Bitch you dumb, ain't no fun
Pull the trigga' all they done
Ain't no, Ain't no
Creepin' in the motha fuckin'
dungeon, fuckin' dungeon, fuckin' dungeon
Ain't no, Ain't no
Creepin' in the motha fuckin'
dungeon, fuckin' dungeon
Writer(s): Ryan Mitchel Chassels
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