Текст песни Earl Sweatshirt - Guild (Ft. Mac Miller)

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Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Earl Sweatshirt
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Said it's a handlin', quit heroin, Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin 'Til one of us leave in an ambulance Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes You ain't gone' live till you die Intelligent bitch on my side She bitching I'm spitting perpetual lies I hit her up when my jet land Got a swisher tucked in my headband Front page news, I'm young Jesus Eating bagels with no cable on, Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on, I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers One day you're here, the next day you're gone So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay Z's lawn This a program on you're ho ass, Tony Womack Don't hold back, or feed your girl Cognac, Meet a bitch, feverish, keep a chick, Met her off twitter even Schindler keeps a list, Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker I could fuck your girl with a whisper to diss her, Dumbass ho She only dumb cause she love that though Somewhere getting high reading, juxtaposed I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau Moms love me cause I'm so commercial I fuck em raw cause I know they fertile In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere When he walk in the room it's like God is here I'm in a crime shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks At civilians... and I'm chillin [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm on the monitor nigga She taking it like a champ And I'm proud of her nigga On the couch where that loud is burning I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you" Cause I don't, never love a ho We could play doctor, ma Open wide for the thermometer Your cow girl's crotch riding For the clean fatal from my shotty Tell the label that I want a white driver Tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga Bold ass motherfuckin' low class villian Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him It's the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up Half pint of the hope in that plastic cup Real nigga from the start till the casket shut Present his own case as a basket one Present-day base nigga, smack the judge Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts When they bass get displaced like you bad or somethin' Slide in the safe, take the cash and run Know that if you fake I'm irrational Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust Pipe the only spirit that I'm hoping dog It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these boys Living like it's '62 Spit and grip my genitals My bitch to split the swisher My niggas split the residuals
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