"Terre Sainte" lyrics
Sugs & Kakou Lyrics
An eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
Beat you to a pulp and the punch
Slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick fucks
Bitch I wouldn't say too much
Mind hurts, can't tell what is down what is up
Bite down the curb, pullin' herb from the dutch
Blow the smoke in ya eyes, I despise you too much
Point blank to the face, why you makin' a fuss?
Tell em if he want beef I got boatloads
Footprints, cigarettes on the dirt road
Just a little too late
Drown a fuckboi in a grate, watch him bobbin up and down like a yo-yo
Make some profit you can tell me bout my management
Til then tell them it's a fuck you and a damn it then
I can tell you envious and wanna end me
So you better pick the weapon that'll put the most damage in
Ain't much I could tell you
Light the match and light the fuse
I get tired of mothafuckers, hit the button wit the snooze
Talkin' records, measure quantity to quality?
When you livin' reckless, ain't nobody get apologies
Lightning clouds, rain leak out the gutter
I could not find peace if I wanted to
Half my life been treat like a ghost
So I'm gon eat and my dogs are gonna too
Woah, wrap my hands with a roll of some black tape
Lippin' off and back talk leave you with a cracked face
Follow you in death and I ain't leavin' til ya last light
Rivals in the present and the future and the past life
Millions of motherfuckers piled up in the crash site, knew
I couldn't stop it so I'm tossin' all the trash right through
Wanna check that? Run it through a fact check
Read between the text, yea the class in full effect bitch
I don't accustomed to a bitch who tryna call me
Got a custom pocket knife, the needle point for my opponents
Need a pope for my confession, I confess that you a phony
I got forty fucking ways to make your family send condolences
An eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
Beat you to a pulp and the punch
Slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick fucks
Bitch I wouldn't say too much
Mind hurts, can't tell what is down what is up
Bite down the curb, pullin' herb from the dutch
Blow the smoke in ya eyes, I despise you too much
Point blank to the face, why you makin' a fuss?
Beat you to a pulp and the punch
Slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick fucks
Bitch I wouldn't say too much
Mind hurts, can't tell what is down what is up
Bite down the curb, pullin' herb from the dutch
Blow the smoke in ya eyes, I despise you too much
Point blank to the face, why you makin' a fuss?
Tell em if he want beef I got boatloads
Footprints, cigarettes on the dirt road
Just a little too late
Drown a fuckboi in a grate, watch him bobbin up and down like a yo-yo
Make some profit you can tell me bout my management
Til then tell them it's a fuck you and a damn it then
I can tell you envious and wanna end me
So you better pick the weapon that'll put the most damage in
Ain't much I could tell you
Light the match and light the fuse
I get tired of mothafuckers, hit the button wit the snooze
Talkin' records, measure quantity to quality?
When you livin' reckless, ain't nobody get apologies
Lightning clouds, rain leak out the gutter
I could not find peace if I wanted to
Half my life been treat like a ghost
So I'm gon eat and my dogs are gonna too
Woah, wrap my hands with a roll of some black tape
Lippin' off and back talk leave you with a cracked face
Follow you in death and I ain't leavin' til ya last light
Rivals in the present and the future and the past life
Millions of motherfuckers piled up in the crash site, knew
I couldn't stop it so I'm tossin' all the trash right through
Wanna check that? Run it through a fact check
Read between the text, yea the class in full effect bitch
I don't accustomed to a bitch who tryna call me
Got a custom pocket knife, the needle point for my opponents
Need a pope for my confession, I confess that you a phony
I got forty fucking ways to make your family send condolences
An eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
Beat you to a pulp and the punch
Slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick fucks
Bitch I wouldn't say too much
Mind hurts, can't tell what is down what is up
Bite down the curb, pullin' herb from the dutch
Blow the smoke in ya eyes, I despise you too much
Point blank to the face, why you makin' a fuss?
