Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit On Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: YUNG $NOW]
Whi-White boy so cold, they call me $now, ho
Wanna f*ck with me? I know $carecrow, ho
Call up Navigator, blow a bag of dope, ho
Starry Night, posted on the f*ckin' boat, ho

[Refrain: YUNG $NOW]
No limit to my $uicidal thoughts
God, I bet you f*ckin' chew through my own thoughts
Smoke a blunt, told her, "Who am I to cough when you the one who at a loss for the motherf*ckin' words?"
Throw her to the f*ckin' curb, no loss
[Verse 2: YUNG $NOW]
Bitch, I be that f*ckin' boss
Got frost on my shoulder, but I had to wipe it off
Cut my wrists just for the f*cking gloss
Duck a pig, f*ck a bitch how I floss
f*ckboys in my way, Christ coming off the cross
See them motherf*ckers pause not knowing it depends on a f*cking coin toss Either way, I f*cking lost

[Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH]
$lick-$lickity-$lick keep the flame on the Bic
Bitches run mouth when they all full of dick
Roaches on me as I walk through the pit
I'm that sick motherf*cker hangin' from a bridge
Tiptoein' Hell's Ridge like I don't have no caution
Kidnap your ho, put that bitch in an auction
Click clack, oh no, now y'all laying in coffins
Get back f*ckboy, 'cause my homicides often!
Murderous genocide, conquerin' just to divide
Coincide with my f*cked up mind
$uicide, let the trigger finger slide
Grey tides, we ride
Hear the battle cries for the most high
Yung Christ, he died
The $carecrow has risen tonight

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