21 Grams lyrics

Fucc with ya
Fucc with em

[Hook: Choir Boy]
Man he lit
Come down on the strip yuh
I could get you
Any thing I wish yuh
Blow this sh*t yuh
40 on my wrist yuh
Shorty I could get you anything I wish yuh
Oooh (?) on my balls with ya
Ooh I go fully or don’t fucc with ya
Yuuhhh you ain’t gotta f*ck with us
On that fucc sh*t then you ain’t gonna fucc with us

[Verse 1: Ouija]
Scratches on my skin piece of sh*t with a baddie though
I’ll do anything for this thang but I gotta know
Cemetery rain where we lay smoking marlboro
Appetite be gone she my bone thought I wanted you
Tombstone fall like domino
They don’t understand cause we coming up
Whip, man he lit drip all of his friends (?)
You ain’t ever cared when I was struggling
Far into the sauce I was sucking in
They ain’t ever swam in the gutter then
They don’t understand what I’m drowning in
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Choir Boy]
Run around with my (yacc yacc)
Hundred rounds with my (yacc yacc)


All my friends

Soda with the script

sh*t I don't give a sh*t
Been going through a lot right now
(?) swear to god right now

Vomit from my soul full of things to be sorry for
I can feel them 21 grams leave my body slow

[Hook]