Listen to Shake, The Covenant by Sugs

Shake, The Covenant

Sugs

Hip-Hop/Rap

25 Shazams

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sugs
Sugs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Sugars
Jacob Sugars
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zepelin Beats
Zepelin Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Decorated doors and dolls of fine porcelain Wood plank floor, a carpet to hide corpses Ends nigh, nay, so immortal we cry poison Sticking a toy fork and knife in the Four Horsemen Misplaced in the right mind, baby come back Path lesser traveled, missing a compass Mission to misfire (walk miles) in my flesh Each foot a rumpus, play pain in trumpets Everywhere on my wishlist, want the world Need the pig dead on my doorstep, think I'm Pearl Got my gym wife in a corset doing curls And it skin tight, she a porcelain type of girl Life story, like the tale of the hare and tortoise Proportion, more money, get more and more pissed Shades, so important, I ain't looking at shit Blind shooting wine bottles, who care where the cork is Yeah, that's a good question, not an equestrian But slap you with a horseshoe though, I don't give a horse shit Forehead a third pupil, but I roll up in the two-door True shit, doing judo, throw 'em in the wolf den 'Bout a few good men, good women, met many But the music industry is getting no pity So please if you tryna ghost me Know I been dead since 13, who you tryna out-petty? Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance Suggy Buddha baby-baby, every day is suffering Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant 20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up Sunny D and Smirnoff in the pocket of the pants This ain't one small step, Pollo 11, rocket lands In my hand, it's so crucial that you pay me in advance Look like Chad Dylan Cooper, sonny boy don't stand a chance Suggy Buddha baby-baby, every day is suffering Maybe-maybe spit my hand and shake to make the covenant 20 from her purse, I said I'll pay her back in Usher Bucks Brother pump the brakes, ain't never been one you can butter up (butter up, butter up, butter up) Butter up, butter up, butter up, butter up Ain't never been one you can, ain't never been one you can, ain't never been one you can Ain't never been one you can, ain't never been one you can, ain't never been one you can
Writer(s): Noa Calic, Jacob Sugars Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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