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letra de blacked out - cxrpse

[intro: sybyr & lil darkie]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy (ming)
ayy, ayy (well i, ming, landfill)
ayy, ayy, ayy (anti)
ayy, ming, ayy (landfill)
ming (well i), ming

[verse 1: sybyr]
level up is still the plan, now they giving dirty looks
no, i can’t just sit around, it goes against the playbook
pushin’ out these xanpires, tryna trap us in the loop
actin’ like a flytrap, k!ll these weeds at the root

[chorus: sybyr]
they still watching but they hate the growth
poisonous folk
avoid them fools, lacking soul
gettin’ sick, blow my nose
i don’t care, i’m feedin’ fam
i don’t care, i’m gettin’ grams
stifle ‘less you gettin’ blacked out, act out
they still watching but they hate the growth
poisonous folk
avoid them fools, lacking soul
gettin’ sick, blow my nose
i don’t care, i’m feedin’ fam
i don’t care, i’m gettin’ grams
stifle ’less you gettin’ blacked out, act out

[verse 2: cxrpse]
anti-world, n-gga, how could you hate us?
make the music and the style is contagious
f-ck free n-gga, why don’t you pay us?
f-ck your world, b-tch, you will not contain us
anti, all my n-ggas are reckless
we the gang, now we going to nexus
yung $hy, b-tch, we tussle in texas
try me, n-gga, i am protected
call the gang, we about to go f-ck it up
caught you slipping, that just mean you been f-cking up
n-ggas hate just because we been coming up
talk sh-t, b-tch, you’ll never be one of us
got him hanging from the cross, young crucifix
lil’ b-tch n-gga, you is just new to this
got your b-tch, and she sending me booty pics
if you miss the shot n-gga, why is you shooting then?
told you i’m finna shoot at they faces
hating n-ggas, they talk sh-t for a placement
call ghostie and we gon’ leave you faceless
f-ck what you want n-gga, anti-invasive
call eric now we eating they faces
feral ghoul, ’cause we gotta erase them
hate n-ggas, guess that mean i’m a racist
anti, b-tch, we going to sp-ce then

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
why you on stilts? i got the pack, i got the bill
you ain’t real, i got anthrax and it’s concealed
sealed, sealed, sealed
fountain of bodies, mountain of sorry folk
countin’ the digits, we on a roll, spider resounding force
spurring the children’s independence, you on some mind control
breaking my fingers, collecting leverage
over flies, you a lie, you can die

[verse 4: lil darkie]
took a hit and it’s gettin’ trippy, i love all my n-ggas
take a shroom and i die, [?] can’t cry
anything for my highs, f-ck comin’ with it
please take a moment, shh, shh
leave a hate comment, if you got no d-ck, no sh-t to do
i’m with the crew in l.a., shootin’ sh-t with stag and [?], moving
fake gangster n-ggas be -ssuming, all my n-ggas know that i be tooning
tuning into what i’m doing, it be booming
big ups to my n-ggas, hiccups when i sip on human
zooming through the desert, i’m a nomad, my pole sad
flaccid, on the acid, whipping, p-ss it, how ya gas it?
shh, now i’m m-ssive
no aggression, these n-ggas ain’t p-ssive, smoothie (no autotune)

[verse 5: yvncc]
big quan from the free throw
they ain’t f-ckin’ with my peoples
strikin’ for them while he go
it was never equal
and still hearing sh-t that’s not there
can’t hate, ’cause i do not care
man, birdo, he’s seen too much
do they actually think they knew us?
heather zinc, b-tch on mink, is i tap, the f-ck you think?
i stay workin’ out them kinks, topple them like roller rink
who off the -ssumption, even though i didn’t do nothin’?
can’t get by as a diva, it was not nice to meet ya

- cxrpse

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