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Sueco - Motel 666 Lyrics
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(I'm very proud of you)
(315 we doin' this shit, we gon' change the world)
(Proud of you, motherf*cker)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Put the blame on me

Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman

(Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Everybody kept callin', had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin', 'cause I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind

(Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(One, two)
(One, two, three, go)

Get the f*ck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick
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(I'm very proud of you)
(315 we doin' this shit, we gon' change the world)
(Proud of you, motherf*cker)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Put the blame on me

Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman

(Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Everybody kept callin', had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin', 'cause I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind

(Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that)

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(One, two)
(One, two, three, go)

Get the f*ck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick
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Writer: Colin Brittain Cunningham, David Bradley Jr. Wilson, William Henry Schultz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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