Do It to the Death Greg Grease (Ft. ibe)
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[Intro - Ibe]
All I know is do it to the death
All I know is do it to the death
Switchin' my life up
All I know is do it to the death
Switchin' my life up
All I know is do it to the death
[Verse 1]
Urge the word, let's me slur while swerve the curb
The burgundy blunt burns, sip it from the urn
Remember me so certain, so sick of these germs
Scott Mendez, a sin for nerds
A veteran with words
Embezzled and preferred
Smoke letters for dessert
You replicas of soot
My record's reckless from the dirt
Where they wearing leather necklace and they shirt
Get held up in your residence for more than just a - purse
For what it's worth I might record this verse and trash it
So if you hear this track, then you know it's magic
Not knowing Aladdin, it's the greenest wizard in the cabin burning bushels of that cabbage, eating smoked salmon
The bitty bastards back lamping on your college campus
Hitting stangs and laughing, overprice the herbs with hashing
We chargin', trying to cash in, livin' life is just my passion
I'm chasin' till I'm ash in a vase or a closed casket
All I know is do it to the death
All I know is do it to the death
Switchin' my life up
All I know is do it to the death
Switchin' my life up
All I know is do it to the death
[Verse 1]
Urge the word, let's me slur while swerve the curb
The burgundy blunt burns, sip it from the urn
Remember me so certain, so sick of these germs
Scott Mendez, a sin for nerds
A veteran with words
Embezzled and preferred
Smoke letters for dessert
You replicas of soot
My record's reckless from the dirt
Where they wearing leather necklace and they shirt
Get held up in your residence for more than just a - purse
For what it's worth I might record this verse and trash it
So if you hear this track, then you know it's magic
Not knowing Aladdin, it's the greenest wizard in the cabin burning bushels of that cabbage, eating smoked salmon
The bitty bastards back lamping on your college campus
Hitting stangs and laughing, overprice the herbs with hashing
We chargin', trying to cash in, livin' life is just my passion
I'm chasin' till I'm ash in a vase or a closed casket
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