lyrics

yeah
game warden
black coat with the leopard fur
xan bars to make me silenter
she lying with the leopard fur
fell from hell so baby uh imma hurt u first
cross up on the hill 4 white lines and 4 chrome wheels
this mud is so damn real buyin differenet color pills
my lungs r so damn ill smoking look like oil spill
lean sipper big gut like king of the hill
hank hill propane smoke white dope i be flexing on u mad hoes
white dope i be fucking on a rich hoe
white dope white snow jack frost my neck froze
full moon i whip the nightcrawler bugs 4 breakfast mother fucker i eat nightcrawlers
she from texas and we sexting give her fur collars
blaack lexus guns drawn out the impala
hate this world no i cant cope me n gang is off that blow
little ruger but itll blow kentucky scum rite at yo door
black louis loafers yeah i had them ghosts dancin
fucking broads and toting straps at the winchester mansion


Leopard (prod.Anvil)

GAMEWARDENTRAPBOY/TEXASPASTOR/AMERICAN NITEMARE
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