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letra de whyareyoubotheringme? - biomxtter

she said pass the dope and i’ll be alright
i got plans to go home tomorrow night
you got a plane to catch don’t you miss yo flight
wanna spend the night with you one more time

bag of pills i found in my pocket
crispy dollar bill in my wallet
roll it up and blast off like rocket
i’m hearing voices i cannot stop them

thinking bout you at the end of the day
how i miss the days but the days they changed
how i tried to take all the pain away
so i smoke some weed and parade my change

why the f-ck you up in my head?
why the f-ck is yo momma crying?
why the f-ck you want me dead?
where the f-ck do we draw thе line?

poppin pills to make me sick
i’m takin all thе counterfeit
the percocet and xanax
with fentanyl up in it

i’m gripping my condom
i’m ripping it off
she sucking my d-ck
until it go soft
i’m smoking a stick
i’m sipping the wok
i’m snapping a pic
of my own c-ck
i spit out of tip
i grab on her hip
i’m rollin right over
i’m packing a zip

i’m woke in this b-tch
i’m clenching my fist
i’m cleaning her up
she got face full of kids

you lookin like doof
american sin
latina lil mommy
gone show me again

i’m sick of this sh-t
i’m out in the pit
i’m smokin some dust
that i do recommend

i walk in this b-tch
and i look so competitive
ready to set up a mission
i’m head of em
murdering p-ssies
it be so incredible
edibles at the function
i’m so terrible
smokin a swisher
i split it like cantaloupe
eatin these rappers
bio is a cannibal
hannibal lecter
collect it like medical
hop in a whip
and she closin like centerfold
she sucking my d-ck
then i don’t call her back
i’m smoking on something
it came in a pack
i walk in a bank
with a stick in my pants
i’ll go on a murder spree
k!lling your fans

he look like a b-tch
so i’m f-ckin his daughter
a man on a mission
i drown him in water
i live on commission
of sellin street product
i’m sn-tching those diamonds
they flowin like faucet
the sky covered black
and i stalk in the street
you shot at my back
so i hit you beams
those eyes that are staring
they looking at me
your head got a hole from a bullet i see

lasers they shoot out my muh f-ckin eyes
i’m setting up hits to send your soul to sky
i’m playin piano in darkest of nights
i grab on my backpack i grip on my knife
i wander around in the muhf-cking streets
i wonder if my parents are proud of me
i’m popping a tab then i’m smoking some tree
i’m p-ssing out lean cause i ruptured my spleen

member the time you was taking your class?
you was reading a book with my hand on your ass
it was getting real late but you gave me a pass
so i passed out in room lay on top of the bed

i’m losing my mind
and i’m spamming in chats
a gold watch on my wrist
and i stole it from jack
and i’m back on my bullsh-t
i’m smoking on glass
and i’m passing out papers
i wiped on my ass

then i pull out my nine
and i shoot at my foot
so i grab on the glass
that is covered in soot
and i’m making a mess
it’s the meth that i cooked
so i’m smokin on papers
from the holy book

- biomxtter

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