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letra de purpose - fukcortez

[verse: cortez]
spent 2 months looking for a function
felt so f-cking lost and haunted
losing myself
then i start to lose some profit
i hate rapping but i can’t stop it
no matter what i promise
i love to create
but slowly i think ive lost it
there’s a rupture in my ribs
and my neck slowly gets so stiff
my vertebrae f-cking shift
start beating myself with a brick
born a slave thats done with sh-t
can’t behave like none these kids
no time to play, what’s the sitch?
you p-ssies fake don’t shoot no sticks
please don’t yell in my ear drums
you sound like a f-cking b-tch
don’t buy the persona you sell
all of that is sew and stitch
wake up to give you f-ckers h-ll
taste the docs right on your lip
f-ck a break it made me frail
f-ck a hoe i love my b-tch
community is wasted
there’s no time to save it
type beat 2019 infiltrated
thousand cliques, no one made it
knocking t–th and body tracing
shooting spree my mind is racing

[verse: sage]
whats the point, whats yo purpose?
you a b-tch, we know you worthless
keep on talking, end up he-rs-s
run my fade, you end up worse b-tch
double body baggin
b-tch im toe taggin
coffin draggin n-gga
bullets make you dance michael jackson like its thriller
i got yo b-tch, i like to f-ck her face
got her in my place
f-ck her mind up, then i dash and do the race
im f-cking (sic)k
eyeless lil b-tch
drown the body
found him in the pit
make her suck the d-ck
love it when she gag and choke and spit

b-tch, i hang you up
from celling, break his neck
inject, direct and its f-ck yo set
p-ssy n-ggas, i detest
im smoking till my death
i let the fumes invade my head
dont walk the ground i tread
for all yall end dead

- fukcortez

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