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letra de murder, she wrote - deadly grim

[bridge]
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[verse 1: yung ghost]
(round one, fight!)
run it back, run it up, i been stuck in the gutter
demons talking, i don’t stutter
let it rain, i make it thunder
money stack up, chrome heart collections
took a break, call that recession
yung ghost back, they say he slaughter tracks, and break your daughters back
high school dance, blood was hanging from my f-cking slacks
one day i’ll break records, i’ll flex my plaques
i smoke up packs
you said i was whack
now all the b-tches looking at me, calling me a f-cking snack
tryna get away from the past
i get a girl, i know it won’t last
deadly grim is back and the demons all laugh
jordan 4’s on my feet
air force, no crease
music was fire back when i smokеd weed
now i’m two months sober, still depressеd at least
stand in the blood rain
she left, but at least i have changed
like gods plan, i hand out change
p-ssy boy wanna go, take him out to the gun range
chump change
boy strange
b-tches just make me deranged
blood in my throat
write your name, death note
murder, she wrote
you think you the goat?
say your last words, p-ssy boy, it’s a f-cking quote
spin the block like a beyblade
tryna get laid
smoke, drink, cross-fade
got the party arranged
i’m feeling like johnny cage
i’m always throwing out shade, i make ’em ashamed
[bridge]
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[verse 2: yung ghost]
(round two, fight!)
claim that demons talk in your sleep
better worry about more, deadly always on the creep
your boy is cheap
i’m six feet deep
i’m the type to ride your b-tch around in a decked out motherf-cking jeep
gojo, jojo, mojo dojo
i’m the type to make you mudo
i’m always on solo
two b-tches want a loco
that is no joke
got you saying “oh no”
ima make you disappear with a black and white photo
first song back in three months
you’s a moth, i sting like wasps
you know i like my b-tches goth
over your mouth, i put the cloth
nasty-ass b-tch, you looking like a whole motherf-cking blood clot
b-tches say they love my pretty eyes
look in them hoe, you might just die
they don’t believe it, i was baptized
‘cause when i put my music on, the dead all start to rise
eat a hispanic b-tch like enchilada
give her my zada
goth hoes always sauda
test me up, nada
ride for my brada’s
buying up prada
she like the hoover dam, nevada
magic trick like tada
put my songs on the internet, check the motherf-cking data

- deadly grim

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