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Death Grips - Bitch Please
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Songwriter
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Songwriter
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Producer
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Producer

Lyrics

Who wanna catch this Who wanna catch this Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Drop it like... oh yeah That's so trashy How low can you go How dirty can you get, nasty fucker Drug through the dirt Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt Chain sleaze leather face Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks Kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb Shut it down Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s Bitch please You must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- When shit goes down I'll be there With my hand on my gun and my eyes on the road Ghost ridin' to hell fuck if I care (Who wanna catch my droze) Give a fuck blood I ain't goin nowhere Templar night and day, live an die by the code Code of the street, how to stay in the zone How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone I am the darkness creeping through your system The lash of the whip Cracking every bitch Into position Workin' ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out Your subwoofers are melting, hear a bitch say why's he yelling Who wanna catch this gun clap, shrapnel off me lip Cause blood bath Bitch please You must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- 'Cause I run this lick Like dogtown ripped That raw shit like none other Low down dirty shit Shot off this hip Death grips, motherfucker Please, you must be Smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just dont stop Bitch please
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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