Lyrics Death Grips

Death Grips

Ring a Bell

America, America, now I’m coming Africa

My death is money

Whose bad? His bad

Who’s looking shitty? Not me

You think he’s listening? Probably

Mouthpiece on Sally’s like San Joaquin valley

Fuck your middle man, throw that towel in, you irk me

Yeah, yeah, go tell a friend

You’re irrelevant, ain’t shit but a skank

Skank way too far from her holding tank

Come on, girl, get your front on, girl

You rank A-list or so I hear

But no basic here, no safe bets here

Wouldn’t touch a fake bitch with latex here

She's so, she's so

She know we know

She's

She’s so, she’s so

Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito

She know we know

But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

She’s so, she’s so

Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito

She know we know

But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

Party full of thirsty, lurkers hella worried

All in six high glass heels

Cinderella water hole climbing for a pot of goldie

Flip you for a twenty bill

Aim for El Dorado estimated arrival

Time it take a fuck to make a deal

Ain’t gonna make it though, try your luck in porn

You’re so thirsty, all you’ll ever earn is frills

Check two skeeze

Pop that pussy pitch into a tent

How those poles make you so bent

Push that cart peddles you ring the bell

Ring the bell though, hands full of dick

Use your elbows, door to door you sand every last floor

Deep as you can choke a quicksand storm

Lipstick lap dance won’t record

She’s so, she’s so

Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito

She know we know

But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

She’s so, she’s so

Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito

She know we know

But her vox so desert and our beats so dro