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letra de laymen's terms - american dead cross

b-tch my name deady
and i do not make type beats
fight me
mother f-ckers just wanna try me
highkey
i dont think ill ever see the high beams
fine by me
deady steady living with the finer things
i just be puffin on that gas
then your bones just break
think you made your last mistake
past midnight i lie awake
i met my fate
i’m hungry for money
i’m eating them beats up
they sit in tummy
i rap like a mummy
i’m k!llin sh-t
lately i’ve been on my villian sh-t
know i’m never finished
break your t–th likе british
now i must replenish
health and mana stamina down
stеpping up? i stand my own ground
you all suck i got my own sound
bl–dy t–th
broken jaw
the last straw
lie beneath
dirt and cross
forever lost
i been stacking digits otr like i’m g sachs
i been smacking b-tches in the b-tt with my n-ts-ck
i been packing bodies in the trunk
issa bloodbath
hit it from behind
nutted up thas a comeback
i’ma lay em in a grave
i’m tired of trynna find ways to say the blade flays
you’re never gonna get away
nah
never gonna live to see the light of day
never gonna sever my energy or the polar obscenity
for the happy never after that i know is ahead of me
and a tick-tick-tick…
times runnin away
what a shame
mother f-ckers always stuck in a wake
ok i’m p-ssed off, p-ss off
all these bad b-tches wanna kiss my d-ck soft
i don’t ever really miss so apologies to everyone who had to take my d-ck on this song
ok first off
i never said she had to take her shirt off
chip up on my shoulder i’m about to shake the dirt off
i make the earth quake like i’m michael j in a twerk off
and i’m in the corner i think i’m about to
uhh
maybe just leave that line
how it is
okay
p-ssies always line up when i pull up with the gas pass
fast track
gotta let em know im packin
clack clack
gotta switch flippin mad cash
where tf you at
i don’t see a b-tch when i hold up bars and mad laps
i could blow a whip
b-tch you know i drive in circle
hurtful
b-tches always saying that im nervous
when i pull up to they crib that sh-t vacant
p-ssy circus
everybody know i speak in laymens
p-ssy talking tough give that boy a facelift
say it once yeah put it all in latence
stepping on my spot blood on my raybans
beat him on the ground stay right in your place b-tch
all black like a cloak know i hide though
jason v with a mask you can’t hide hoe
imma shine in the light like some rinestones
demons dancing in my head think i’m psycho
leave me alone i don’t wanna talk
a bro get yo hoe she all on my c-ck
i don’t wanna hit i don’t want sh-t
except to dead inside of a ditch…sh-t
hearing these thoughts out loud ain’t it
all black that be the fit
and whenever i feel love
i guarantee that i’m gone plead the fifth
f-ck connection, don’t wanna link
f-ck a lesson, don’t learn sh-t
i make the same mistakes again and again but that’s just me
you is a lame, a fake
aye stay in yo lane or go meet yo fate
this life is a game i don’t need to play
some sh-t in my brain i don’t need to say
b-tch my name deady and i do not use type beats
fight me
mu f-ckers wanna just try me
highkey
i don’t think ill ever see the high beams
fine by me
deady steady living with the finer things

- american dead cross

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