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letra de blood on the mirror - camboi smif

[verse 1]

girl, pick up the phone
this is breakin my heart
i really miss you, i wanna kiss you
this isn’t bussin’ on god
my stomach aches’n
i got da shakes (i’m)
goin’ through with-drawl
you was my fent-a-nyl (uh)
you my twin flame, baby
or maybe my soul-mate
you know it’s true, because we use
the same h-llo brand toothpaste
it’s so divine
my heart and soul, i know it’s right
i tried to hold her tight, but she
still disappeared like moldavite
yeah, you gave me your lovin
and for that i am grateful
even though your lovin
was kinda unstable and sh-tty
and uncommitted and flinchin
baby, who are we kiddin?
you ain’t ever really love mе
you just loved the attention—b-tch

[verse 2]

got no morе time for distractions
or toxic ass attachments (i’mma)
certified sinnin, born again villain—turn an
independent b-tch submissive and feminine (cam)
called her on some hoe sh-t, so she-bounced
said she loved me up close, then she re-wound
f-ck another love song, i’d rather bleed-out
and f-ck a big titty b-tch on the re-bound
gold diggin, gross b-tches be throwin a fit about
broke men, when ain’t sh-t but broken women
self-centered, ego-centric—she don’t
know real love, she’s too narcissistic (c-nt)
you a dumb ol’ broad, i’m andrew tate
call me camdrew tate, i’m the man you hate
b-tch you got more bodies than vietnam
suckin’ all da homie’s off, that’s haram
if ya come for dis c-ck, das kee-yahh
lil b-tch, i know kung fuuu
no apologies, blame it on astrology
that’s what all you f-ckin sl-ts dooo
puttin time in the gym for some booty gains
don’t make me wanna f-ck youuuu
why you playin’ hard to get, godd-mn dummy b-tch
i f-ckin know yo ass is run thruuu
f-ck a fake b-tch in her fake lips
then bust in her throat, 8-a-m
she drank my jizz, we ain’t friends
got matthew perry doin grave spins
d-mn do it outta spite, cuz she hates men
but she say my name, when she takes this d-ck
b-tch ain’t from god, she’s a satanist (and)
reminds me why pride is the main sin

[verse 3]

all jokes aside, my time
f-ckin witchu jezebels is all out
quit comin around with the sticks and straw
b-tch, i’m layin’ a brick house down
hoes hollowed out, still about
chasin the clout
hesitators, stay the f-ck out
and that’s on god, cuz the devil is doubt (uh)
i’d never sell my soul
just to be on top
46 of 48
b-tch, i’m that law
and i won’t wait
till the coast is clear
yes, egregiously excessive
success is the best revenge
the h-ll happened to us?
we was the best of friends
butcha wouldn’t commit
to the bit, ya b-tch—don’t cap’n
act as if, what we had’s
insignificant
i don’t give a f-ck
what you’re saying on day one
the days are done
the mirror’s caked in blood

[outro]

i got blood
i got blood, i got blood, i got blood
(blood on the mirror)
i got blood
i got blood, i got blood on the mirror
(the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror)
you was my reflection
you was my connection
i thought i loved you, but that was the old self
that man is dead now, because i k!lled him
i ate the heart and now i don’t love you anymore
i got blood on the mirror
(the mirror, the mirror)
i got blood
on the mirror
yes, i got blood
i got blood on the…
(blood on the, blood on the, blood on the)
(the mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror)

- camboi smif

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