letra de garden of these dead bodies - nikkateen
garden of these dead bodies lyrics
[intro]
(делит на бите, сука)
[hook: danni perco]
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
all they faces f-cked up cuz my red bugatti
these n-ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
i’m an s-tier shooter, b-tch i’m shredding lobbies
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
i end fake n-ggas, always tryna fled with copies
i get bad b-tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
s-x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[verse 1: danni perco]
welcome to the afterlife, say what’s up to hades
you learn to be a p-ssy n-gga if you tryna learn to hate me
cut you with a b-tter knife, torture til’ you crazy
if you want me more the four days a week, then you gotta pay me
i’m not your therapist, i’m here to make you p-ssed
and that’s exactly why i’m never gon’ be delicate
you say i’m arrogant when i’m just elegant
i can’t be blamed when your hate makes me intelligent
[hook: danni perco]
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
all they faces f-cked up cuz my red bugatti
these n-ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
i’m an s-tier shooter, b-tch i’m shredding lobbies
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
i end fake n-ggas, always tryna fled with copies
i get bad b-tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
s-x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[verse 2: nikkateen]
i been droppin’ bodies almost every single day
i mow down any n-gga without a doubt, ain’t no delay
you ain’t no competition for me, i ain’t got much to say
how the f-ck you hate me then stay chillin’ wit’ copy ‘n pastes, uh
f-ck all you clowns, uh
you n-ggas copying sounds, uh
can’t even stand your own ground, uh
so get the f-ck off my d-ck
you motherf-ckin’ b-tch
i stand all above you n-ggas, ain’t no f-ckin’ question
i won’t ever lose no sleep over you f-ckin’ peasants
i empty the clip
yo crew f-ckin dip
you p-ssy as sh-t
you quake at my presence, uh
[hook: danni perco & nikkateen]
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(all they faces f-cked up cuz my red bugatti)
these n-ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
(i’m an s-tier shooter, b-tch i’m shredding lobbies)
i’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(i end fake n-ggas, always tryna fled with copies)
i get bad b-tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
(s-x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies)
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