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letra de nightmare in houston - kill society

(verse : h-llocyka)
stab to yo face got blood up in yo place
got a ar in his crib shot it up and did the race
yeah there’s fire in this b-tch raising h-ll you gon’ pay
like we walked up in this b-tch you better know we do not play
yeah we walked up in this b-tch cutting throats don’t give a sh-t
yeah there’s bullets on my hip ar always gonna hit
yeah these bullets make you dance but you always on my d-ck
yeah you always wanna talk b-tch i don’t give a sh-t

(verse 2: plydough)
everyday i feel f-cked up no i can’t feel sh-t
i got the iron on my hip yeah he get sent to the abyss
all these people talking sh-t but they can suck up on my d-ck
hearing knock knock knock find me creeping in yo crib
i feel like garp in this b-tch the way i hit em with my fist
find me dying at the park i can see the h-ll pit
i got blood on my shoe and i’m rocking like a misfit
i was f-cking on yo b-tch and now i got lipstick on my d-ck

(verse 3: h-llocyka)
yeah i walked up in this b-tch got some fire rasing h-ll
yeah i never been dead in my coffin ringing bells
yeah i dress like a punk yeah it comes with the smell
so i drink another bottle drag me down to h-ll
(verse 4: h-llocyka & plydough)
yeah i heard he wanted beef got a glock on my hip
i get the bag then i dip i don’t care about no b-tch
yeah i don’t give a f-ck you can suck up on my d-ck
yeah f-ck everybody go to sp-ce like i’m rick

- kill society

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