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letra de purge - cody manson & shaaby

[intro: cody manson]
get the f-ck up out my face with all that f-ck sh-t (f-ck sh-t, f-ck sh-t)
this that catch ’em lacking right outside the club sh-t (club sh-t, club sh-t)
pu-put ’em in the dirt, put ’em in the dirt (in the dirt)
yeah, put ’em on a shirt, put ’em on a shirt
trife life or no life, b-tch
dead, dead, dead, dead

[chorus: cody manson]
get the f-ck up out my face with all that f-ck sh-t (f-ck sh-t)
f-ck around and lose your life over some dumb sh-t (d-d-dumb sh-t)
this that catch ’em lacking right outside the club sh-t (brra)
tie him up and stuff his body in the trunk sh-t (yeah)
put ’em in the dirt, put ’em in the dirt (yeah)
p-pull off in a he-rs-, pull off in a he-rs- (y-yeah)
put ’em on a shirt, put ’em on a shirt (yeah)
it’s-it’s the f-cking purge, it’s the f-cking purge
[verse 1: cody manson]
what you looking at with your looking ass? (yeah)
two hookers in the back with some liquor and a flask (flask)
p-pull up to the trap, loose some packs, get a couple racks
heard you’re getting mad, why you mad? get yourself a bag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’ll put one in yo head if the bread right
tires skrrting on the he-rs-, swerving through the red light
you be snitching, yeah, that talking to the feds type
there’s money on your head, you’re looking like the walking dead, right? (yeah right)
i air ’em out, now that’s a ventilation
chopper taking off yo limb, call that sh-t an amputation (brra)
b-tch, i’m crazy, doctors said i need some medication
if i catch a body, hit the core, i’ll bleed a mental patient

[verse 2: shaaby]
e-e-e-e-ex mark that beast, i’m a freak off that leash
i’ma sn-tch yo ass up, stuff you straight in that trunk
dump that b-tch off, i’ma snap off
with no witnesses, i’m a problem to society
i’m k!lling all these wannabe b-tches
h-heaven’s gates seems so nice from a distance, trapped from existence
devil on my shoulder, lord will never be my witness (aye, aye)
tryna capture all my minions, angels laughed at my opinions
long live the king, shaaby blasting from all existing
m-my-my-my heart ache, my face numb
i’m emotionless under the crucifix
out on these streets they reckless
chain gang, flex off my necklace
mask off, i can’t have no witnesses
on these street ain’t nothing but b-tches (gang, gang)
trife life, purge sh-t, i’m on a f-cking mission b-tch
[chorus: cody manson]
get the f-ck up out my face with all that f-ck sh-t (f-ck sh-t)
f-ck around and lose your life over some dumb sh-t (d-d-dumb sh-t)
this that catch ’em lacking right outside the club sh-t (brra)
tie him up and stuff his body in the trunk sh-t (yeah)
put ’em in the dirt, put ’em in the dirt (yeah)
p-pull off in a he-rs-, pull off in a he-rs- (y-yeah)
put ’em on a shirt, put ’em on a shirt (yeah)
it’s-it’s the f-cking purge, it’s the f-cking purge

[outro: cody manson & shaaby]
you’ve been snitching, yeah, that talking to the feds type (fe-feds type)
de-de-devil on my shoulder, lord will never by wit… (never been my wit…)

- cody manson shaaby

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