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letra de terrible! - clash

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yeah, yeah
you thought the f-ck
uh, wake the f-ck up

i′ll bring you back from the dead, b-tch
ha ha, we ain’t done, ha ha ha

you f-ckin′ terrible
boy, you such a dummy
f-ckin’ off your friends
just to chase some dead money
get yours in the end
you gon’ get yours in the end
20 twin twins
you won′t get sh-t but these ends

it′s a curse
sweet marmalade papyrus on a sunday
i can’t trick on you, no
probably leave me half dead
i was 13
n-gga, sleepin′ on the concrete
now i’m 23
makin′ money that my mom make

every day my birthday
f-ck about opinions
ain’t n0body there to save you when you drownin′ in your demons
you gon’ have to find it in you
keep it on you if you need it
i wake up, it’s a reason that i gotta be here

if everybody turnin′ on me
they could turn in the grave
i′m makin’ bandage from bread
i made a knife out of pennies
i get resourceful as h-ll
and make a mic outta semi
now, doo-doo-doo, wop
ha ha, ha, ha, yuh

you f-ckin′ terrible
boy, you such a dummy
f-ckin’ off your friends
just to chase some dead money
get yours in the end
you gon′ get yours in the end
20 twin twins
you won’t get sh-t but these ends

don′t you see my black skin
where yo nergophobia
tell me that i’m evil
you’s a bird in a emporium
that boy had a daddy
that boy had it all

that boy had some parents
we was stickin′ up the mall
someone told me i could make it
if i just change up my dreams
but i′ve been wide awake
cold sweatin, night screams
different type of depression
they won’t feel me till i′m deceased

to never know my heartbeat
and my battles with temptations
this sh-t keepin’ me calm
cause ain′t we posed to be professionals
if you ain’t the leader
then why you talkin′ while the stick in my hands
i’ll be a n-gga if i make it in this foreign-ass land

i’ll be a n-gga if i break it
and demand my respect
i′ll be a n-gga if i have more loose
than you and your friends
i′ll be a n-gga if i’m stickin′
with the morals of man
you f-ckin’ broke, dawg
that′s all you do, talk

food in my roof, dog
pain come with loot, awe

you f-ckin’ terrible
boy, you such a dummy
f-ckin′ off your friends
just to chase some dead money
get yours in the end
you gon’ get yours in the end

20 twin twins
you won’t get sh-t but these ends

- clash

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