Garbage – Tyler, The Creator (from “Grand Theft Auto V” soundtrack)
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[Verse 1:] Hello I’m a salesman sorta giant I sell Molly and Mary And other various items One time one guy came to where I’m residing And I didn’t invite him, so instead tryin’ fight him I got violent, long story short he’s not breathin’ For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting Couldn’t stop the addiction, and the irony is A couple junkies went missing And I know right where they’re hiding
Uhh
[Chorus] Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in my bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
(Two Jobs)
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 2:] Task force poured into my fortress Found some lipstick, a couple corpses Bitches was harmed and they couldn’t reach the alarm I’m ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms They found a couple portraits on the porch But they don’t check up under the floor It’s bodies and hotties and we was raging I’m gauging a shotty Hit so many bitches I was pimpin like Scotty I’m a bull Red Piss me off Like that lipstick position when she kissed me So I bit ’em off, they was too soft I’m a wolf and a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather and wool And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods Baking cake cause it’s good, I mean I would if I could But I like playing dress up and mix match Sorry imma fess up, you aren’t getting your kids back
[Chorus] Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 3:] What’s in my trunk White Girl
What’s in my trunk White Girl
You need a warrant, officer
You could say I kill ’em, if my product doesn’t Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down It’s pretty disgusting, finger crush your face I’ll leave you permanently blushing, blood Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven