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letra de the grim weeper - diggy graves

[verse 1]
i was scrolling through some dm’s last night (last night)
got some titty pics, “how you doing? hi” (doing, hi)
some upcoming rappers looking for advice
a couple booty pics, same thing, just a different night
and then i seen it, i hope you mean it, go k!ll myself
oh, believe it, i’ve tried to treat it
’cause i’ve already tried to take my life, twice, by suicide
but everybody knows the grim reaper just can’t die (ahahahaha)
i ain’t a gangsta and i never claimed to be one
but if i had to gang-bang, you know i’d be a g one
and if it ever camе to murder, i’m a free one
riding in the sunsеt if i ever see one
i ain’t a player, but i know it’s gotta be fun
just l!cking kitty and some titties, like i’m going, “d1”
and if i ever got tested, need a cheap one
’cause money’s tight like the hoe i f-cked in my nissan

[chorus]
lately, i got these psychopathic thoughts
running through my vox and out my speakers with some attitude
lately, i got the world so p-ssed off
better than p-ssed on, diggy do what he gotta do
lately, i got these psychopathic thoughts
running through my aux and out my 12’s with some magnitude
and maybe, i’ll just take my whole mask off
tell them all, “f-ck off, diggy do what he wanna do”
[verse 2]
you f-cking p-ssy, yeah, i am what i eat
while you’re stalking onlyfans pages once a week
why waste all your money? just give it to me
then go look in the mirror and see a p-ssy for free
like, “mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest b-tch of all?”
i’ve been feeling low and all, running out of adderall
really don’t know who to call, i don’t wanna get involved (it’s diggy, b-tch)
but i will if i have to, pull the grim reaper out
let ’em just slash you ’til you can’t take no more
then bash you for everytime you hit that b-tch, then stash you away

[verse 3]
’cause i’m just a white boy that raps a little bit
switch up flows, hit falsettos for the h-ll of it (hey)
then go low ’cause i know the ladies love that sh-t
yeah, it’s diggy, baby, now watch how quick i can spit
yeah, i’m running and running away, numbing the pain inside my mental
trying to find a sketchy place in this state to cop a pistol
to destroy the demons that are creeping in my little, wooden cabin
cobweb corners, hiding silhouette souls of sadness (haaaah)
all these voices in my head got me screaming in my pillowcase
yeah, they want me dead, but we know, i can’t be replaced
if i were to go, just bury me in gold chains, bury me in gold chains
[chorus]
lately, i got these psychopathic thoughts
running through my vox and out my speakers with some attitude
lately, i got the world so p-ssed off
better than p-ssed on, diggy do what he gotta do
lately, i got these psychopathic thoughts
running through my aux and out my 12’s with some magnitude
and maybe, i’ll just take my whole mask off
tell them all, “f-ck off, diggy do what he wanna do” (ahahahahahahaha)

- diggy graves

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