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letra de deadsoulsrevival - ​daturahill

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[intro: xxxtentacion]
a f-ck n-gga paid (b-tch) take your work and flex (okay)
runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n-n-n-n-net

[bridge: xxxtentacion]
ayy, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah, okay
808 mafia!

[verse: xxxtentacion]
f-ck n-gga, all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me (yeah)
i-i tend to nut on the face of my ene-nemies (okay)
rather be dead than migrate my vicinity (yeah)
did fight that p-ssy, b-tch, we call that frenemies (okay)
dark abyss, cold night (okay), cr-cr-cracked skull with a cold pipe (yeah)
p-ssy n-gga, show no fright, a-aw sh-t, you not a goat right? (yeah)
x so cold, ayy, b-tch so woke (f-ck n-gga)
wrist don’t froze (okay), b-tch, don’t fol-fol-fol-fold (yeah)
f-ck n-gga choke (okay), that pistol f-ckin’ blow (yeah, yeah)
a ratchet with the stick, (okay) my n-ggas at your throat
(yeah, yeah, 808 mafia!) a f-ck n-gga paid (b-tch)
take your work and flex (okay) runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n-n-n-n-et (yeah), my b-tch suck water to your set (mm)
to front you for the se- (mm), but then she sucked that f-ckin’ d-ck
boy, she finessed you for your ch-check (okay, yeah)
talk-talk-talkin’ all that f-ckin’ sh-t, you wasn’t ’bout it (you wasn’t)
i sn-tch up lily, take a pic of that b-tch suckin’ (the way she doin’)
four deep, bed she-she-she, skeet stains on her knees (okay, okay)
i make your b-tch recite a script just like she makin’ a movie
[outro: xxxtentacion]
god d-mn, f-ck, oh, oh, oh, yeah, money ho (b-tch)
money bag b-tch (okay), monkey bag ho (yeah)
monkey bag, f-ck n-gga
yeah, lil’ b-tch, yes, lil’ b-tch, yes
lil’ b-tch, ayy, 808 mafia!
f-ck n-gga (ayy)

[bridge: daturahill]
i-i be f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch with my d-ck up in her guts
i be bustin’ o-on her face, she a f-cking disgrace
the way she moves up that pole, we gon’ catch her out the door
we gon put them lips to use, she a good mop for my nut

[verse: daturahill]
you gon’ bring a tec to a fight, what a p-ssy, yeah
you not a soldier, you a b-tch, yo’ mama raised a ho
coun-coun-counterfeit money and guns, you not really with the sh-ts
turn off that garbage sh-t music, this sh-t is k!llin’ my ears
i never plan on these opps, their downfall is comin’ soon
rotten gums, crumblin caricature and putrid souls
got so much money, i wipe my ass with it, i said enough

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