Center Core Never More Lyrics

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a smash
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Smoke that pound, 'nother—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Smoke that pound, 'nother—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Smoke that pound, 'nother—
[Verse 1: Germ]
Diamonds hit like pop rocks, we got too hot, lightin' blunts with lava
We don't do the drama, but the Oscars where I'm posted at
Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that
I'ma need you to stand on that, I'm tryna tap in with your almanac
Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement
Nigga might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement
Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican, lookin' for all my payments
Paper chasin', Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches
(Bad shit!)
I'm here to slay 'em
All this lean, bitch, I can't feel my body
All these pills, bitch, I can't feel my body
Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody
Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
White dove, fly high, throw my threes up in the sky
Throw my threes around my eyes and then I call it "My disguise"
Masked off, I'm just outchea with a raw face Ask me how I been and I draw blanks
Hold tight 'til my claws break
Full metal jacket kinda heavy (Heavy)
At the bottom of the f*ckin' lake, I parked my Chevy
Waiting to die but I wasn't born ready
Shaking up my life, I'm just tryna hold steady
Birds of a feather flock together (Yeah)
Grey the f*cking gang, ain't no one could do it better (Grey)
Two odd numbers right behind the f*cking letters
Me, $lick and Germ our alliances is forever
[Verse 3: $crim]
I just popped a pill (Pill), pull up with the deal (Deal)
Pistol whip a p*ssy, have 'em looping on the reel (Reel)
Wood-grain wheel (Wheel), chromed out rims (Rim)
Million dollar deals, sign my name as "H-I-M" (Wetto)
Tales from the North (North), back from the dead
Hard to feel for a p*ssy when these thorns in my hand (Northside)
Two story grave (Grave), trauma on my wrists (Wrist)
Three fingers high, other three in my bitch (Bitch)
I got problems that won't go away (Guess who?)
Don't understand 'cause I been hitting pay (Yeah)
Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I just want a threesome)
New opps but my clique Grey (Grey)

[Outro]
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Smoke that pound, 'nother—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Takin' a sip from the—
Smoke that pound, 'nother pound
Smoke that pound, 'nother—

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