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letra de gut rot - american dead cross

[chorus: american dead cross]
wanna make a millie in the back lot
sittin’ here sick, i got gut rot
drinkin’ daily pukin’
cause i hate how she wanna hate on me
cause you know that i can′t stop
wanna be like me, cause i got a box
i got better sh-t to do than smoke another ounce
you a fan, cause you blow my ego
b-tch been doin’ rounds
thinkin’ blam, but your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh

[verse 1: craven]
sippin’ silly lately yeah you know i’m going dumb
smokin’ blunt by blunt yes i’m [?] just for fun yuh
way too f-cked up from the drink, like for real can′t even think
another bottle [?] the sink yuh
it’s like i′m itchin’, i’m vicious
lately i got better tensions, i’m talking drugs and the wusses
baby she gone for christmas
and yeah i really been trippin’, like geometrical vision
i′m talkin’ psychic suspension uh
and i ain’t been so f-cked from something like when i was
i thought life was changin’, rearrangin’, hold up pause
i′m on a whole ‘nother level i’m chillin’
psycho-like feeling, got my gut spillin’ uh
you know how i′m feelin’ nah
[chorus: american dead cross]
wanna make a millie in the back lot
sittin’ here sick, i got gut rot
drinkin’ daily pukin’
cause i hate how she wanna hate on me
cause you know that i can′t stop
wanna be like me, cause i got a box
i got better sh-t to do than smoke another ounce
you a fan, cause you blow my ego
b-tch been doin’ rounds
thinkin’ blam, but your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh

[verse 2: american dead cross]
i fill up with gut rot, pukin’ on the spot
henny in the tummy, isn’t likin’ what i got
i decide to hold it, but i′m feelin’ on my throat
yeah you askin’, now i′m feelin’ b-tch, i’m feelin’ like a joke
i just had to stand on ’em
i ain′t got a bands hold on
tryna catch these hands hold up
talkin’ lotta sh-t, tryna throw somethin’
little bitty comin’ with me
gettin’ litty up the henny
gettin’ ready for the setty
may feel thirty like your dirty
up the shirty i’m a forty
she gon’ blow me like she know me
but she don′t, down her throat
girl that won’t, i′m aboard

- american dead cross

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