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Saliva Grey - Feast on Hand Lyrics



Saliva Grey - Feast on Hand Lyrics




Blade all black flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yeah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation

Why the f*ck I always wanna run for a minute aye
You ain't looking in my eyes I intimidate
Tell you how the f*ck it is whatchu finna say?
You gon walk away, you gon walk away
Bedside head I get it from yo bitch yeah
East side west side trapping in the daylight
Weak mind free nah you a lil sheep ahh
Fecal please don't f*ck around get shit on

Blade all black flicking ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation

Psycho motherf*cker wrong my blood you get that fah fah fah
F*ck up out my face before I f*ck around and pop pop pop
Pop a motherf*cker rock a motherf*cker uh
Imma cocky motherf*cker watch you motherf*ckers fall
Imma dope man
Witta cut on my hand
Never wash that blood
Boutta pillage yo land
Got a feeling you ain't
What you preach to the man
You gon feast on the hand
Then proceed to complain uh
Boy could you tell me how to be irrelevant
Grey be the revenant cut through yo ligament
Cut through yo filament open yo body
Proceeded to filling it with all my sentiment uh

Blade all black flickin ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation
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Blade all black flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yeah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation

Why the f*ck I always wanna run for a minute aye
You ain't looking in my eyes I intimidate
Tell you how the f*ck it is whatchu finna say?
You gon walk away, you gon walk away
Bedside head I get it from yo bitch yeah
East side west side trapping in the daylight
Weak mind free nah you a lil sheep ahh
Fecal please don't f*ck around get shit on

Blade all black flicking ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation

Psycho motherf*cker wrong my blood you get that fah fah fah
F*ck up out my face before I f*ck around and pop pop pop
Pop a motherf*cker rock a motherf*cker uh
Imma cocky motherf*cker watch you motherf*ckers fall
Imma dope man
Witta cut on my hand
Never wash that blood
Boutta pillage yo land
Got a feeling you ain't
What you preach to the man
You gon feast on the hand
Then proceed to complain uh
Boy could you tell me how to be irrelevant
Grey be the revenant cut through yo ligament
Cut through yo filament open yo body
Proceeded to filling it with all my sentiment uh

Blade all black flickin ash in the graveyard
Wait don't matter finna end up in the basement
Face on mat witta match to the face yah
Grey kick a ladder wait to feeling that sensation
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Writer: Andrew Moran
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Identity Music Ltd

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Performed By: Saliva Grey
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Andrew Moran

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