🎵 Bonfire (Remix) // by FV

12 ContributorsBonfire (Remix) Lyrics ZNAJDZIECIE NAS RÓWNIEŻ NA INSTAGRAMIE! Rap Genius dla Początkujących? Jak korzystać z Rap Genius?Jak tworzyć własne adnotacje? Alright It's Childish Gambino, can't forget me like I'm Rosebud Drop unexpected and improper like some nose-blood Take a drum, take a fucking slut, fuck'em both up Taking reign all over your land, 'cause the flow's mud Drinking in the kitchen, roast cunts while I toast fun Swing my nuts 'round a haunted home, making ghosts come Can't stop chugging beers, well, I guess it's one of those months Educated rap, no F-n-Deez, call'em THOSE nuts Far as salaries go I'm like a gay Luigi with'em, try to marry the O's Hugging my bros, getting too drunk, carry me home I can't remember where it is, it's either Paris or Rome I'm in the hotseat and I love it, gonna marry the throne Your singing voice, Y Soprano? Leave it after the tone I love it though, it's an homage, H is silent, you know Your style is heroin, so drop the H from champ and be blown (Uh uh ah uh, uh uh) You rappers impotent and illeterate, zero Ball-zack Calling God a cunt, I'm not surprised when no one calls back Told me I can't fuck with this shit, let me pause that Mind is getting paradoxical like a lost map Load your fucking GPS, head battling sleepiness Bible should named be „Shit My GOD Says", CBS Do he mean „BS", about the things our Lord Jesus says? You're mad, while I'm like a loyal Mexican, won't see mistress See the fence, fucking cleaning sucks, watch me leave a mess Try to clean your fucking daughter's chest and her creamy breast Your defense on the thin side, mine is really dense Lyrics criminal, so I guess I'll make the beat confess Reinhold, Judy, Apatow, damn it, are you happy now? Open a Pandora can of pop-culture, make Andy proud Wait until you here the CAMP-bells, when it comes to town Sober now, making vodka scream, making Sake howl Chilling with my Enrons. Say it like a white-collar Fuck green, got a black wallet, making white dollars If I never take a break, fuck it, why should I bother? We used to play all the time, dude, Nightcrawler Drinking all across the fucking country, we're party folk Last night we were pretty wealthy kids, now we're nasty broke Eyes around the head, Voldemort, we are hardly stoked Always one step ahead of you mosters, Gary Oak Females always touching on my nuts, like they're Pokeballs Hope she knows it's no strings attached like a broke guitar Ladies want to get close with me, fellas hope he's far Told me I'm not fit, 'cause the D.I.D, but I know we are Marilyn sex-appeal with Kennedy hair I'm on tour, Dallas-Los Angeles, you better beware I blast competition, blue shells, I'll never be fair My two cents are worth fucking millions, my pennies are rare