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letra de back from a coma - grimfeatures

death is a friend i embrace
drink my henny cause i’m too f-ckin based
grimmie t take ur money in chase
watch me put a fake b-tch in her place
choking me with no air sp-ce
then he ran off like it was a d-mn race
pop a pistol in a f-ckboy face
then i crack him like a cold case

lsd
inside of me
i’m a fiend
smoking tree
it’s plain to see
i’m who you want to be
want to see?
grim features back in town
everybody gather round
you can tell my creatures and your buddies
that i’m so profound
i ain’t giving up
i barely filled my cup
those b-tches like to gossip
i show them up so they know what’s up

grim is back from her coma
catch me skating at soma
alcohol in my arizona
come f-ckboy
crack a corona
raised from the dead
gave him spooky head
my heart is full of led
but i keep my fans f-cking fed

i’m the best in the band we can all agree
got money in my hand no stopping me
off xans but the fans can give me tree
b-tch i’m the one from the lock to the f-cking key

it’s lil grim b-tch, what you running for
fake b-tches imma knock to the floor
it’s lil grim b-tch, what you running for
fake b-tches i will knock to the floor
wipe blood seeping from my cuts
pipe so deep feel it all in my gut
who the f-ck tryna nut in my b-tt?
talk to me with your eyes wide shut
dig a grave with lots of tree
in a cave, don’t f-ck with me
pull the trigger hit above me
n-ggas ain’t sh-t
but they love me

never be average
too much of a savage
i’m a bad b-tch
but i’m still an addict
b-tch i be the one smoking weed in the back
he love my confidence that’s what you lack
all these hoes on some f-ckin crack
let him eat me up like a f-ckin snack

drugs in my knapsack
don’t look in my backpack
he asked for my snapchat
i told that b-tch clap back
it’d be nice if it was you and i
roll a dice if you wanna die
tried to commit suicide
failed twice on the losing side
it’s lil grim b-tch, what you running for
fake b-tches imma knock to the floor
it’s lil grim b-tch, what you running for
fake b-tches i will knock to the floor

fashion the hash where my cash is
smoking the gas ‘til i’m ashes
ain’t telling no one where my stash is
snitches on my lawn b-tch mow it
wish a hoe would f-ckin know sh-t
come try me little b-tch i’ll throw it
i’m so bad and i know it
got nice titties so i show it
no sh-tty weed now i grow it
too good for you b-tch and you know it

f-ck a life rather play sims in my room
been that b-tch grim scythe and some shrooms
with my knife i’ll put u in your tomb
ending p-ssies lives since the womb
mending my gloom and my doom but the pain forever looms

- grimfeatures

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