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Letra de Hot Head - Death Grips

Letra de canci�n de Hot Head de Death Grips lyrics

Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Blow, blow, blow, blow
Hot head
Oh no, that pedagogue grab the microphone, ease back up
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Ooo!

Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Blow, blow, blow
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Oh no
Blow, blow, blow
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up
Oh no, hot head

Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head

Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence fog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Nab one, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap you dumb and not call you back
Act natural, my start attack

Give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out
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Tribal dive bomb
Trippin' on dollars like a bald-headed rasta
Lighter in the dark, color head of piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
My...
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
My cobra hand draped in multa
My cobra hand draped in multa

My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palette creator
War, that's my savior
Stratus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra hand draped in ebola
My cobra hand draped in multa
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palette creator
War, that's my savior
Stratus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palette creator
War, that's my savior
Stratus cloud, call me vapor

Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head

Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence fog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Nab one, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Best get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap you dumb and not call you back
Act natural, my start attack

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