Surf – Autopsy Lyrics
Artist: Surf
Song: Autopsy
Scribing, do not edit – yessirre
It don’t matter what I rep, my lil’ brother crippin’
How the f#ck that boy my son? I ain’t got no children [Uh-uh
I got Dior across my chest but I am not no Christian
My brother livin’ in Atlanta, he from Michigan
My n#gg# play for Alabama, we gon’ win again
b#tch, it’s my last name, for real, I want them Benjamins
I ain’t have it on me then, I got my sh#t today
We gon’ come inside
I’m gon’ put your main b#tch on my dinner plate
I just wiped off my bullets with my bandana
Wait, hol’ up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished
When I copped that new M3, y’all thought it was rented
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From the album:
Autopsy Turvy [Explicit]
Release Year: 2005
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