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letra de task force - downfvll

[chorus: prompto]
stop (yeah)
wait a second, let me check the time
got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
watch (d-mn)
me do everything you can’t do
think that we’re the same, but you’re just great value
woah
don’t think that you’re sl!ck kid
actin’ like a b-tch and you boutta get fisted
d-mn
yeah, my words, they be arrogant
never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman, huh

[verse 1: downfvll]
b-tch, i’m winning, got the high ground, huh
chop your legs off, we got a man down, huh
b-tches never knew my name and now i stand out
in the standoff, b-tch, i’m michaеl, i don’t stand down (ya-ya)

i got these fantasies of violеnce in my f-cking brain
anxiety inside my head, i need a f-cking break
i know i could never hope to live until my demon is slain
i k!lled it once but it came back, do it all over again

i hit you without even trying, ain’t no lucky shot (nah)
b-tch, look at me i’m in the shadow like a sunny spot (hah)
i feel like torrens having way too many bl–dy thoughts
you feel your b-tch in love with you, but she a bl–dy thot, ye
there’s so many f-ckers, i could see be trapped inside my bas-m-nt
you say i’m a psycho, that’s a f-cking understatement
head in the clouds, now i fancy myself a sp-ceman
my demons want a bloodshed, they say i’m their monster spokesman

sh-t, i don’t need you or my friends anymore
i wanna tear that b-tch a new one, don’t know what i’m spending money for (yeah)
starting to feel like torso b-tch, ’cause i’ve been f-cking obsessed with a b-tch
starting to feel like ezio b-tch, talk about my b-tch, i wonder which

[verse 2: sugs]
b-tch, i got you on the low ground
lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out
a lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain’t raw sh-t it’s awful
i talk a lot ’cause my dollers up and yo dough down
yo wait, how you do that right there? f-ckin’ up my whole day?
i can’t help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face
feel it in the night air, f-ckin’ with the wrong mayn
find ya common sense before it go and get lost again

i don’t love a salty kid
open ya wounds hoe, ’cause i’m gon’ pour the salt right in it
f-ck up out my way, keep my strains in a f-ckin ziplock
see you lates, switchin’ lanes, while you stuck in motherf-ckin’ gridlock

rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star
ain’t a place on my playlist or on my roster
stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter
it won’t break ’cause i’m made of diamonds, you made of chalk dust

indirect contact, transmitting virus
what they say? got milk? f-ck that, got blood?
indica for my lung ay, flying higher than top gun
throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush

- downfvll

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