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Smokin Indians by Bass Millionaire Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2011

Smokin' indians and scalping cool kids
Suppose it makes Steve Jobs feel fucking stupid
Inviting all you gremlins birthday party at the Kremlin
Russian bitches on my dick when I don't speak the language
Strictly fucking speaking, what's a goblin to a demon
Said your bitch has nice tits, well I've already seen 'em
It's topless fucking tuesday, seven days of the week
(?) fucking critical on a (?) body beat
You can't even fucking speak 'cause your mouth is sewn shut
Looking at me like I'm crazy, yeah ofcourse I'm fucking nuts
Rap-rapping in my basement at all hours of the night
And the neighbors still asking, ''Is that kid alright?''
Nah, nah, nah, no I don't think so
Hard in the paint though
Nah, fuck that, your bitch goes hard with the brain though
Spit hard for thе bankroll, (?) yo la tengo
Why's that kid so insane, I don't evеn fucking know
Sick of all you brothers and your sisters
Calling me a faggot or a motherfucking hipster
I ain't even mad though, 'cause if I'm that bad bro
Why's your fucking sister bouncing her ass off of my hipbones
Fishbones, give a black bitch vanilla syndrome
Cumming like icecream, always make a mess yo
Sticky like a spiderweb, yo I get that spiderhead
Eight different bitches suck my dick inside the same bed
(The fuck does that even mean?)