.Exe 歌词

Walking through the catacombs, bitches try to tag along .Exe up on your man if he act Microsoft Macintosh, having thoughts 101 blunts and a glass of Voss Want to chill, ask your boss Hope that job is paying off Cash, cash, cash, all I fucking see is cash Get cash, cash, cash, dollar signs when I ash Spacebar, racecar, flip it like a face card Like me 'til they see me, now they wanna play the race card White in the night, drinking fire, smoking ice Just a skinny white pimp named Bones, with the knife No chain, no games, never catch me in the Range If I catch you within range feel the reach of my blade Feel it in your veins, feel it in your blood Take you out the frame, put you in the mud I'm the one to blame, 'cause you're the one that does Put it on me, I don't mind feeling fucked up