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letra de sloth - leechy boi

[verse 1: leechy boi]
spiderwebs, trace along my body, break my veins
i don’t need a thotty, get a hobby, grow your brain
we be in the lobby, say i’m mobbing, keep ya range
rip the wires out an automation, f-ck you building a case
just need faces, dead mans, dollars in my pocket
i don’t need the p-ssy, you can suck on my c-ck, b-tch
think you flying high, nitro cell up in your c-ckpit
ping-pong burn it long, got the glaz up in the optics
i’m in every frame, of the videos you take
the reaper-reaper on your turf, you might make a few mistakes
see you shaking, see you quaking when i’m pulling out the blade
you ain’t got no sh-t to say to me, you on vibrate
scars all on my legs from the barbed i climb
shredded up my denim, not a pattern you can buy
little faker boi, skater boi, i don’t need to lie
you editing your pictures up, i really shave along the side
acid burn all on my wrist, i’m a ghost inside
cookie cutter motherf-ckers all writing the same lines
i’m as real as can be, but n0body want to touch me
gone off the lines again, i’m bringing my own energy
itchy boi with the trigger finger, but i dropped the gun off
i don’t need the trouble, why the f-ck you flex your airsoft?
i grin under my mask, every f-ckboy got their t–th drawn
i’m following your traces, but to me, you’re just a run off
[verse 2: idylll]
that’s my ride or die, f-cking rotting in my casket
put aside the pride, slumped and bodied, condo actress
let me try to guide, pumping heart, divide, disastrous
that’s my ride or die, rotting in my casket
periodic cries, while my jaws swallow blackness
see you on the side, where the sun dissolve to ashes
i’ma fall apart before you motherf-ckers get up
wake the f-ck up, you lazy, tainted sucker
wake the f-ck up, mane, the pain is sub par
saying change the f-ck up, i’m in this thing to suffer
please wake the f-ck up, i don’t got no saint to judge us
i don’t want no fade, just the grudge, i don’t want no fade, just the grudge
oh my god, dust and cobwebs on me, ancient motherf-cker in the flesh
tell me if you worship me, i promise all this wear and tear attire
only on a motherf-cker for the flex
if you want the smoke then we can get to rolling up
and all you gotta do is drop a f-cking addy and we up
i’m in the final stages, aiming at these punks, better duck

- leechy boi

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