Track details
Released in: 2012
Album: True Tones [CLDM2012108]
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, you know
I keep bitches in check
I see you motherfuckers, man, even at your shows
Swaying back and forth
Duplicating-duplicating-duplicating
Gloryfuckers
Shout out to the real shit
Yo
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows (?X)
You sucker motherfucker
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows (?X)
You sucker motherfucker, I hope you decompose
I hope you decompose
I see how it goes
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows (?X)
You sucker motherfucker, I hope you decompose
Gloryfucker
I keep bitches in check
They’re so predictable
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows
Gloryfucker
You got one hot song with no replay
Value on an album is so wack these days
Is so wack these days
Fuck a movement, spit for the DJs
I build monster in my laboratory, they massive and gory
Then sit back and bask in the glory, fucker
Sucker motherfucker
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows
I hope you decompose
And you wonder why the fans never cop nothing
Frustrated every time you drop something
Maybe you should stop imitating-imitating-imitating-imitating, you straight cocksucking
Cocksucking-cocksucking-cocksucking, gloryfucker (?X)
It’s the brothers D and P
Yeah
Sucker motherfucker (you know)
I live, eat, sleep, breathe, and bleed
Real shit, that's it, it's really all I need
I keep bitches in check
Bask in the glory, fucker
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