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letra de fade - crpsprtty

fade lyrics
[intro]
mayhem, there’s gonna be mayhem
i am a drugsl-tt, i’m addicted
okay!

[verse 1: crpsprtty]
yuh, yuh, now hold up i need me motherf-ckin’ minute
i’m breaking, i’m bearing my limit
i’m ripping his tongue, to his momma i’m sending
you b-tches all mad cuz i’m self made
and i don’t give a f-ck, catch this quick fade
and i’m ripping y’all sh-t like a band aid
destructive as sh-t and y’all b-tch made
yo music is sh-t and when it drop sh-t be flopping like a fish
play with crpsprtty, catch one to yo ribs
cuts on my arms and i don’t give a sh-t
i pop me xannie, blade gripped by the hip
and i’m f-cking up plenty, we cut off his d-ck
and i’m calling her mommy, i suck on her tits
and she get on her knees and she sucking my d-ck

[verse 2: aquasocks]
aye, yuh
coke in hеr nose, got a b-tch off of ecstasy
f-ck about friends, b-tch i’m looking for еnemies
get hit the head, now you looking like kennedy
i split you up like divorce, get turned into a corpse, you run up on me you get torched
and simply i don’t give a f-ck, get thrown to the mud, the family rips out your guts
b-tch i’m too heaven sent, countin’ up presidents, chop up the body we ain’t leavin’ evidence
she suckin’, she suckin’ she do that sh-t excellent, i hit it once then move on to the second b-tch
haha aye, i hit it once then move on to the second b-tch
talkin real hard, send them shots to your residence
aye, ayee
[verse 3: undxxd]
dxxd pulled up he the talk on the block
ain’t tryna get physical, glock boutta pop
plus i’m hatin’ on these motherf-ckers they boutta get dropped
they hard till they hear shots, you not what you thought
and this mop that i’m holding b-tch, it just got c-cked
and if i’m clockin’ yo sh-t b-tch, i’ll watch yo thoughts drop
like a cop, you peak in high-school like a jock
if you talkin’ on me then you tastin’ the stock
don’t f-ck with sneak dissin’, yo rims will be missin’
stabbed corpse, b-tch of course, don’t ask what i did it with
tell‘em i punctured that b-tch wit the blade
red mist in the area i’m causin’ this haze
don’t mind me i’m sellin’ a perc to yo daughter
just like i won’t slaughter yo p-ssy, yo father
then grabbed by his arm, crucified on the alter
grabbed by his arm, crucified on the alter

- crpsprtty

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