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*** Please (Explicit) - Death Grips
Who wanna catch dis
Who wanna catch dis
B**ch please
You must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F**ker please
You must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t 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 f**ker
** through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
F**ker please
You must be smokin' rocks
Kill it kill it kill it kill it
Hit it f**k 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
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B**ch please
You must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F**ker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
When sh*t goes down
I'll be there
Wit' my hand on my gun
And my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell f**k if I care
Who wanna catch my droze
Give a f**k blood
I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day
Live an die by the code
Code of the street
How ta stay in the zone
How I own it
And freak it to da base of da bone
I am the darkness
Creeping through your system
The lash of da whip cracking
Every b**ch into position
Worki'n ya over crashing
And burning in a blackhole blasting out
Your subwoofers are melting
Hear a b**ch say why's he yelling
Who wanna catch dis gun clap
Shrapnel off me lip
Cause blood bath
B**ch please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F**ker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
Cuz I run this lik
Like dogtown ripped
That raw sh*t like none other
Low down dirty sh*t
Shot off this hip
Death grips motha f**ka
Please you must be
Smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't stop
B**ch please
