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letra de dead by daylight v2 - deadly grim

[bridge]
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on
[?]
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on

[verse 1: lil blood spill]
slash and gash at your guts, talking dead by daylight, b-tch
sipping dirty sprite out the cup, i’ma pour it up
cut throat from the jump
take the p-ssy and i pump, uh
back with the gang, in the mud
smoking on the bud, uh
deadly on the song, screaming to the top of his f-cking lungs
she got me strung
for once, i cum
i give her the tongue
for the p-ssy, i’m dumb, uh
one last phone call, that’s all i asked for and she left
like michael myеrs, i’ll take your car
talking f-cking grand theft, aye
i don’t takе no sh-t, cross in one hand, gun in the other
i always get what i want, f-ck your mother and then i k!ll your brother, hoe
pull up on you like i’m jason or charles manson, yeah
i’ll make your life a living h-ll
time to ring the f-cking bells
let ‘em all ring, i got the axe, i’m ‘bout to f-cking swing
call me ghostface, in many places
but deadly stay taking faces, aye
never finished, but i always come first place in this b-tch
making hits everyday, like i sold my soul away
[bridge]
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on

[interlude: lil blood spill]
just said i was never finished
what did you think this was hoe?
yeah, i call you a hoe ‘cause all you care about is my motherf-cking dough, aye
all these hoes that wanna play gonna f-cking pay

[bridge]
f-ck the
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on
[verse 2: lil blood spill]
once the gang leave town, gun go bang
talking kurt cobain
k!lling myself now, the only way to go down, aye
deadly looking down with a doubt, about to shout out
screaming out his lungs, smoke damage like he’s not f-cking young
call me kyrie the way i lay
look how much deadly get paid
day and night, i put her to work
b-tch, you better f-cking twerk
never stop, i’m in to win it
f-ckboy talking sh-t, come on then, bring it
feeling like art the clown, b-tch you gonna f-cking drown

[bridge]
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law
f-ck a narc, f-ck the five-o
broke a party, sh-t it’s on
f-ck the cops, f-ck a phone
f-ck the motherf-cking law

- deadly grim

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