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letra de parademics cypher - 1afflicted

[intro: 1crusafix]
(afflicted)
(afflicted)
he need paramedics, can you f-cking call them?
one shot to his head, now he fallin’ (uh)
thought he knew me, i cannot recall him
try to shoot me, run away, then we caught him

[chorus: 1crusafix]
p-put a shot to his head, now he f-cked up
band’s up in my pocket, now you need to get your funds up
i’m outside, i’m a creature with a weapon
oh my god-god-god, watch where your f-cking steppin’
he need paramedics, can you f-cking call them?
one shot to his head, now he fallin’ (uh)
thought he knew me, i-i cannot recall him
try to shoot me, run away, then we caught him
he need paramedics, can you f-cking call them?
one shot to his hеad, now he fallin’ (uh)
thought he knew mе, i cannot recall him
try to shoot me, run away, then we caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
[verse 1: trustt]
b-tch you talk too much, i don’t do this type of love
it go girl you shot dead, baby don’t test your luck-uck
got a red dot on your head
ima stay inside, oh you’re mad, i’m just in my bag
turn my phone off, no-way to reach me
glock on my hip, call that sh-t my bestie
don’t you try to test me
why the f-ck you test me?
ima f-ck you up, leave his body empty

[verse 2: crusey]
you can’t catch u-u-up (o-o-o-o-o)
get your cash u-u-u-up (o-o-o)
please just back up (o-o-o-o)
i-i can’t lack bro, ’cause i hate the feds bro
choppa fill him up, eating bullets like he fat bruh (o-o-o-oh)
i don’t wanna go back ho-o-ome (o-o-o-o)
i don’t wanna say, i’m wrong (o-o-o-o)
i don’t really like this song (o-o-o-o)
i don’t know if i belong

[verse 3: w!ldflwr]
chopper goin’ crazy, we gon’ aim it at yo face
bullets hit you with delayed if you keep lying on my bed
tell that p-ssy stop it, your b-tch she on my c-ck, b-tch
shawty suck me up regardless, i won’t even tell her stop it
shawty know i’m with the gang, why you asking all these questions?
better call me deepinparis the way ima teach a lesson
b-tch, i’m sorry, i guess
don’t make me have to change the story, i don’t wanna digress
and if you talkin’ down on gang, you better watch for your neck
[verse 4: deepinparis]
please back up, we gon’ leave ’em f-cked up (uhh)
just call me back and get your bucks up (uh, what?)
i can see you getting none, bruh
at your girl’s house and she just got me sucked up
hit the bank with a deposit got my luck up
b-tch, i can’t even stop you got me f-cked up
yeah, i’m jerking off, think i’m finna bust, bruh
(a-a-a-a) i cannot f-ck up

[verse 5: mycorpsebride]
yeah, we aiming for the neck, uh, cut that boy sound
yeah, they pocket watching all these bands, so what?
you actin’ like a ho-ho-ho
sh-t sucks, can’t front
it’s a whole lotta red on the first of the month
k!llin’ sh-t for fun, yeah, we not gon’ stop until it’s done
yeah, you wanna smoke, came at his lungs
you actin’ like a b-tch, can’t even front (o-o-o-ont)

[verse 6: breakupbreakdown]
yeah, yeah, now i’m with (afflicted)
yeah, i’m wit my bros in the vc we addicted
(o-o-oh) you is not my bro now
making sh-tty music, you don’t even know how
wrap my neck in rhinestones, i saw you use rhyme zone
i’m doin’ it right now, i’ll disrespect your pr-nouns
i be goin’ up (up)
i don’t give a fu-u-uck
we gon’ knock yo’ lights out
think it’s time to lie down
[verse 7: akkiro]
yeah he got no money, he can’t be like me
you know we count it up, and we know he can’t compete
(uh-uh-uh) got a strap, no he’s not the first
we gon’— we gon’— we gon’ hit him in his chest
talkin’ on the net b-tch
i think someones gotta tell him
that we never gonna mi-mi-miss
take his body and we leave him in a ditch (ditch)
t-t-ten shots to his head, yeah, we gonna hit
who the f-ck is this?

[verse 8: prkr blu]
i don’t wanna talk if it’s not for a reason
pull up with a shooter, yeah, you think you’re different
ima hit a l!ck if it’s too much to deal with
pull up with a stick ’cause you think you’re too evil
ima slap the sh-t out of transphobe
deep in this music sh-t, it feels like a free throw
hop off my d-ck, yeah, stop, tryna deep d-throw
yeah, i’m still winnin’, yeah, i’m still 3-0

[verse 9: c4pri]
i’ve been counting up my guap, they can’t f-ckin’ beat me (uh-uh)
if you hating, please just stop, you’re f-ckin’ annoying (uh-uh-uh-uh)
bullet to your brain, to your head, said and done
i-i-i-i-i make what you make in a year like in a month (uh)
i’m a big money maker, you can’t top that
b-tch, you a big clout chaser, better fall back
you a b-tch, and you know it, better stop that
you a big clout chaser, better fall back

[verse 10: erdo]
yeah, i think too much
on my way back home
i’m a waste of time
guess i’m out of luck (wait, stop)
don’t you have enough blood?
yeah, it’s time for me to stop
’cause i guess, i’m out of luck (guess, i’m out of luck again)
t-t-t-they say that i’m nothing
and these meds are not saving me
i told her “i can’t stop it”
waiting for my death all day
my body is full of toxins
feel this sh-t in every vein
i’m runnin’ outta options
ha-a-a-a-a

[chorus: 1crusafix]
(afflicted)
he need paramedics, can you f-cking call them?
one shot to his head, now he fallin’ (uh)
thought he knew me, i-i cannot recall him
try to shoot me, run away, then we caught him

[outro: 1crusafix]
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(d-mn son, where’d you find this?)
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him
(o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) caught him

- 1afflicted

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