Saliva Grey - Dutch Dungeon Lyrics

Grey be solo rolling Dutch
Up in that motherfucking dungeon
Buck you buggin'
I'm so ill I ain’t got nothing in my stomach
An abundance of you dummies
All you motherfuckers bluffing
Over nothing, you should seal your fucking lips
If you ain’t bout the repercussions
Want the blow that yay
Cause I’m back off the powder
Can’t smoke no louder
My nose so raw
Now I bleed on the floor
Til my face in the morgue and I’m facing
The course of the meal now
Got to grate your skin on the corpse now
Mix in with the spit in my own mouth
Don’t frown load up
Pop out kill a motherfucker
187 coming up and entering an upper level
Yeah we coming with a shovel
Loading up a bunch of bodies
In the motherfuckin' Honda and Miata
I'm a wicked motherfucker with a problem I can’t solve
And I don’t give a motherfuck about you boy
Imma kick yo lip
And ya face gon drip
On the pavement shit
You a fake ass bitch
With a fake ass grin
Now ya eyes go dim
Yeah I’m caking I’m stacking up
Yeah I be upping the clientele
I see you fuckers are watching now
Hopping out, dick is out cumming correct
Like the test of my cock and I spring on a thot
When she hit up my line I ain’t got no regard
For no love or no shame and I'm playing with bitches
See I don't got vision I come with a sickness I’m ill
Grey be solo rolling Dutch
Up in that motherfucking dungeon
Buck you buggin'
I'm so ill I ain’t got nothing in my stomach
An abundance of you dummies
All you motherfuckers bluffing
Over nothing, you should seal your fucking lips
If you ain’t bout the repercussions

Grey be solo rolling Dutch
Up in that motherfucking dungeon
Buck you buggin'
I'm so ill I ain’t got nothing in my stomach
An abundance of you dummies
All you motherfuckers bluffing
Over nothing, you should seal your fucking lips
If you ain’t bout the repercussions
Want the blow that yay
Cause I’m back off the powder
Can’t smoke no louder
My nose so raw
Now I bleed on the floor
Til my face in the morgue and I’m facing
The course of the meal now
Got to grate your skin on the corpse now
Mix in with the spit in my own mouth
Don’t frown load up
Pop out kill a motherfucker
187 coming up and entering an upper level
Yeah we coming with a shovel
Loading up a bunch of bodies
In the motherfuckin' Honda and Miata
I'm a wicked motherfucker with a problem I can’t solve
And I don’t give a motherfuck about you boy
Imma kick yo lip
And ya face gon drip
On the pavement shit
You a fake ass bitch
With a fake ass grin
Now ya eyes go dim
Yeah I’m caking I’m stacking up
Yeah I be upping the clientele
I see you fuckers are watching now
Hopping out, dick is out cumming correct
Like the test of my cock and I spring on a thot
When she hit up my line I ain’t got no regard
For no love or no shame and I'm playing with bitches
See I don't got vision I come with a sickness I’m ill
Grey be solo rolling Dutch
Up in that motherfucking dungeon
Buck you buggin'
I'm so ill I ain’t got nothing in my stomach
An abundance of you dummies
All you motherfuckers bluffing
Over nothing, you should seal your fucking lips
If you ain’t bout the repercussions