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letra de scar - bloodcutters

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(chorus: bloodcutters)

i’ma pull out my ar, call that b-tch a scar
i don’t give a f-ck, who the f-ck you think you are?
i’m just posted with my bros and we going hard
belt shining, brighter than a f-ckin’ star

at clock-town, look up, and i see the moon
and that moon gonna crash down right at noon
i’m just posted with the gang and we finna goon
counting money, counting all da-f-ckin-bloons

(verse: bloodcutters)

drop t-town know that i’m finna loot
fit hard as h-ll, yeah i know i’m f-cking cute
black hiking timbs, yeah those my f-cking boots
finna ball out, wearing trues, man f-ck a suit

run away ‘fore i hit i with that ak
let it spray-spray better f-ckin pray-pray
sun shining, in the field were i lay
posted wit the big man, bumping black kray

nine rings, b-tch you know i come from mordor
all these badass b-tches, i’m the one they adore
k!ll you drag your body down to thе shore
i’m posted with my bro, that’s bodywhorrer
big knivеs, no sight don’t f-cking start
feeling blood rain down, like a work of art
call up terry and you know we get to blinking carts
bodywhorrer, bloodcutters, shoot straight through your heart

(chorus: bloodcutters)

i’ma pull out my ar, call that b-tch a scar
i don’t give a f-ck, who the f-ck you think you are?
i’m just posted with my bros and we going hard
belt shining, brighter than a f-ckin’ star

at clock-town, look up, and i see the moon
and that moon gonna crash down right at noon
i’m just posted with the gang and we finna goon
counting money, counting all da-f-ckin-bloons

(verse: pig christ)

scam yo’ ass, i don’t care i’m making all these racks
got yo’ b-tch on her knees she give me spit back
head so sloppy, god it feel like water world
fat ass, small titties, make that b-tch hurl

d-ck bigger than a tower, boy it’s something else
she say she in heat, i’ll make that b-tch melt
got a deagle on me, make sure that thing legendary
clean shaven shawty, but i know her p-ssy hairy
loser b-tches in the gaff and they always hatin’
boy i’m from fleetwood i don’t f-ck with latin
you can call me the manning, like my name is peyton
hoe b-tch give me neck and i’m still waiting

bodywhorrer in the cut he gave me 12 pills
yellow jump on my body like i’m k!ll bill
whole sword going in my body this kinda hurt
i can’t think about the next day, cause i’m off a perc

(chorus: bloodcutters)

i’ma pull out my ar, call that b-tch a scar
i don’t give a f-ck, who the f-ck you think you are?
i’m just posted with my bros and we going hard
belt shining, brighter than a f-ckin’ star

at clock-town, look up, and i see the moon
and that moon gonna crash down right at noon
i’m just posted with the gang and we finna goon
counting money, counting all da-f-ckin-bloons

- bloodcutters

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