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goth Video (MV)




Performed By: remibinladin
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: remington binladin




remibinladin - goth Lyrics




What up, what up
Bitch, what up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What up, what up

Black shoes, black car
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What up, what up

Black shoes, black car
What
I shoulda taxed on where my brothers go, bro
I ain't seen you or IG

I know you ain't no star
If you hit me up it's fifteen hundred for a bar
In Detroit
Black shoes, black car

In Detroit
I just busted up the wires
Hard left
Now I'm f*cking up the ties

I just seen a bitch kill that pussy
F*ck your minds
I got lots of fame, I be up all night
I got demons, y'all ain't got shit

Y'all just whining, f*cking camping
In the trees for a week, I got good time
Jam five, a switch, yeah
You ain't even slide less

My brother's in jail right now, I know that he be fight
Took apart your team
Now I started f*cking live
Took apart your team

Now I'm feeling like Vlad
Took the whole thirty
Now I'm feeling like I'm dying
I be crying

Black shoes, black car
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What

Black shoes, black car
What
I shoulda taxed on where my brothers go, bro
I ain't seen you or IG

We got AR-15s, we gon' shoot you in the head hard
Yeah, it's not f*cking bullshit
But you gon' make this shit hard
Bitch, you gon' see my bitch for a second

And you gon' get hard
We got Charles 6 and 10, you know they shoot hard
Practice with your bitch for 30 minutes
You put my phone in the jar

Put that boy in the shit bag, but I hear her fart
Fart, fart, shit
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car

What
Black shoes, black car
What
Black shoes, black car

Shut your f*cking bitch ass up, bro
That's great, I be so adult
But it's young, whatever, it's lame
Yeah, so much paper, so stained

I had to do a lot of things
I had to get that stain
Get that stain
Get that stain

I was in a trap, on my f*cking blade
Putting pennies down
Let's make some woman aids
Like to make my money by serving cocaine

I'm trying to get to know you
Show me that full frame
Never played ball, but I got hella game
Hella game

Pull my stick, I got perfect aim
Perfect aim, black shoes, black car
I feel like bane, black
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What up, what up
Bitch, what up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What up, what up

Black shoes, black car
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What up, what up

Black shoes, black car
What
I shoulda taxed on where my brothers go, bro
I ain't seen you or IG

I know you ain't no star
If you hit me up it's fifteen hundred for a bar
In Detroit
Black shoes, black car

In Detroit
I just busted up the wires
Hard left
Now I'm f*cking up the ties

I just seen a bitch kill that pussy
F*ck your minds
I got lots of fame, I be up all night
I got demons, y'all ain't got shit

Y'all just whining, f*cking camping
In the trees for a week, I got good time
Jam five, a switch, yeah
You ain't even slide less

My brother's in jail right now, I know that he be fight
Took apart your team
Now I started f*cking live
Took apart your team

Now I'm feeling like Vlad
Took the whole thirty
Now I'm feeling like I'm dying
I be crying

Black shoes, black car
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car
What

Black shoes, black car
What
I shoulda taxed on where my brothers go, bro
I ain't seen you or IG

We got AR-15s, we gon' shoot you in the head hard
Yeah, it's not f*cking bullshit
But you gon' make this shit hard
Bitch, you gon' see my bitch for a second

And you gon' get hard
We got Charles 6 and 10, you know they shoot hard
Practice with your bitch for 30 minutes
You put my phone in the jar

Put that boy in the shit bag, but I hear her fart
Fart, fart, shit
What up, what up
Black shoes, black car

What
Black shoes, black car
What
Black shoes, black car

Shut your f*cking bitch ass up, bro
That's great, I be so adult
But it's young, whatever, it's lame
Yeah, so much paper, so stained

I had to do a lot of things
I had to get that stain
Get that stain
Get that stain

I was in a trap, on my f*cking blade
Putting pennies down
Let's make some woman aids
Like to make my money by serving cocaine

I'm trying to get to know you
Show me that full frame
Never played ball, but I got hella game
Hella game

Pull my stick, I got perfect aim
Perfect aim, black shoes, black car
I feel like bane, black
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Writer: remington binladin
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