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letra de cyanide - bondi

[verse 1: swagdisease]
droppin’ bullets, shot that p-ssy in the face
stupid b-tch, got all my pack from sellin’ lemonade
little b-tch, hoppin’ on sacks, these n-ggas never safe
if i don’t like the way he speakin’ ‘gettin hit with a blade
imma pick the skin that’s from his face off the curb
wok up in my cup, up in my hand, f-ck a verb
muddy walkin’ through the streets, off a pack, speakin’ slurred
k!ll that f-ckin’ p-ssy if he talk, what he heard?

[verse 2: bondi]
walk in the alley with a bullet proof vest
what the f-ck is left? i have no f-ckin’ friends
cuz i ain’t f-ckin’ with yo f-ggot ass no more
b-tch always talkin’ sh-t, you dumbass wh0re
blow my f-ckin’ brains out if you know what i want
suicidal as f-ck and i got a bomb
and i ain’t calm, and i ain’t calm, and i, i, i, i-

[verse 3: waryy]
yeah, b-tch i run up
if that boy be steppin’ on my lane
hе get booty f-cked
ugh, tell that boy to chеck his ego
stalkin’ on my page last week for a repost
got these p-ssies on my d-ck gotta k!ll some (yeah)
lil boy he get checked for my sk!ll, ugh
jeff bezos, bill gates, check my income
glock ready to bust like it’s bouta cum
[verse 4: overwxrld]
b-tch want my d-ck, so i put in her mouth
whip out my d-ck on top of your couch
pants pulled, down p-ssin’ on yo house
death everywhere, b-tch death all around
if you f-ckin’ talkin’ imma shoot him in his head
neva stop shootin’ till his ass f-ckin dead
finna pop a med, bleed all that red
make him f-ckin’ sleep, b-tch
make him f-ckin’ dread
finna pop a med, bleed all that red
make him f-ckin’ sleep, b-tch
make him f-ckin’ dread

[verse 5: sin4sev]
why you talk down on my name
i know you really down bad
i do all this emo sh-t because i’m really down sad
i got info on my opps and then i shoot b-tch, i don’t rat
when i say b-tches sin for sev you know that sh-t’s really a fact
i put you 6 feet underground, underground
k!ll your favorite rappers from the underground
i got a switch and a silence don’t make a sound
i’m screaming out loud but no one can hear me now
okay, okay okay
i run on gasoline and all the hate
you run from the police cuz you b-tch made
i eat you up put you on a plate
like why the f-ck you think i wanna talk to you
b-tch i got all this on my own i ain’t got tons to prove
you weak as f-ck you tryna sniff out my next move
ain’t it obvious?
i don’t wanna talk to you
friend group fallin’ apart, sh-t
but i don’t give a f-ck
you’re as strong as your weakest link
i got my money up
i call it “rip to wink”
that’s what it really was
i got trapped inside the crossfire
no one left to trust
[verse 6: project ix]
yeah she wanna suck me like a lollypop
i tell that b-tch to get off my c-ck
wanna f-ck around you get a lot
wanna f-ck around you get a lot
face down, ass up
f-cking b-tch
suck my c-ck, suck my c-ck
suck my c-ck
life is fun, life is fun
got a lot, got a lot
got a lot

[verse 7: craig/gussi]
i’m an x that’s on the ground, cuz you chasing for me
but you can’t even find me and you know that
i don’t wanna find you alive, cuz you wasting my time
and you’re wasting my energy
these cyphers be breaking my sanity
and you should make another one without me
stopping asking me if there’s gonna 20 others on the faculty

[verse 8: trasha]
run it up, recently pull up with cup
pull up with the stuff and i’m hittin’ it up
get l!cked, pull up with a [?] with a bl!ck
and they stick, stick, rip, rip, pull it up
crack, crack, write lit, wrist slit
run it up, recently pull up with cup
pull up with the stuff and i’m hittin’ it up
get l!cked, pull up with a [?] with a bl!ck
and they stick, stick, rip, rip, pull it up
crack, crack, write lit, wrist slit
[verse 9: ren noir]
[?]

[verse 10: gauze]
take a step back (what?)
for you get headshot, you talking dead man chat
i don’t wanna f-ckin hear it, better keep that b-tch from near me
gonna ask siri to tell me what i should do to you
let me get this through to you
i am not friendly
picking up a semi
just to k!ll a timmy
that’s p-ssing me off, i swear to god

[verse 11: blxxdshed]
i don’t need a gun, i’ll leave his body in the trunk
hit him with the hatchet, now that f-ck boy slumped
mutilate his corpse, i wanna have some fun
right outside your crib, so don’t try to run
take my f-cking hatchet, imma bash your f-cking skull in
i don’t like your face, i’m gonna take my knife and cut it
spit your f-cking brains out, slice your f-cking fist off
cut you with the chainsaw

[verse 12: bondi]
b-tch it’s bondi, cuttin’ up his body in a lake
that b-tch wanna say sum’, cuttin’ off her face
f-ck the human race, we cannot relate
eat yo organs on a plate
yo b-tch say “murder me”
pullin’ strings like it’s f-ckin’ surgery
yeah, it hurt to me
deadbeat p-ssy don’t do anything, i add some urgency
make him run cuz i’m a fu- fu- f-ckin’ ‘mergency

[verse 13: animal control]
i’m taking it back
and i’m making her [?]
[?] ask me for the recipe
better stay outta my way
on the day when i’m popping
the shots, at the opps, at the enemy
aye, can’t even imagine the half of the people
who wanna be, enemy
make everything hot and [?] left [?]
[?] next time you wanna try befriending me
[?]
[?] pop another acid, seeing red that’s a proper bad trip
i’m on a edge, and i hope that i fall
you know the number, so give it a call
i’m poppin’ another, like “f-ck it we ball”

- bondi

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