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letra de mirror lake - noexistencehere

[verse 1]
blood on my face
loaded choppa b-tch you better pray
i got older now, i ain’t selling lemonade
i be on that gangster sh-t, yall be watching anime
i say f-ck the system, i’m a f-cking renegade
i say f-ck the opps, they want me in mirror lake
yeah, i hold that glock, bullets finna penetrate and separate
your f-cking head, now your f-cking dead
kel-tec on the bed will chop you up and put you in the trash, b-tch
in the trash b-tch
yeah you asked b-tch
that hoe ain’t like bladee, she my last b-tch
got a trigger finger boy i shoot the fastest
all the opps they f-ck around, they in a casket
they in a casket
b-tch i’m the master
dunk my b-lls in her mouth shes like a basket
if yo homie got the strap he better pass it
i be tripping seeing things man i’m off acid
acid, i’m back b-tch
i’m trapping, yall capping
i’m f-cking this hoe she bad b-tch she spanish
i’m high off the cabbage
the stick make you vanish
bow like that
now you back in the trash, b-tch
now you back in the trash, oh yeah
hold up, stop the track, bring it back, uh
put the cash in a bag
cuz i’m getting plaques b-tch yo f-cking music wack, no cap (no cap, uh)
this no decision
and if you do not wanna listen
you not part of the mission
all this codeine b-tch i’m tripping
this is the fault of the system
they put me in this position
and now i’m making a difference
[verse 2]
you say i’m insane
well your f-cking right
put my glock in your mouth
it will blow your mind
every day, every time
ain’t no money can make up for the days that i’ve cried
all alone in my bed
i felt so dead
only thing you had to do was stop by and check
they was f-cking with my head got me slitting my own neck
but i’m eating good now, yeah we smoking on his pack b-tch, uh

[bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, we smoking on his pack b-tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, we smoking on his pack b-tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, we smoking on his pack b-tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, we smoking on his pack b-tch

[verse 3]
yeah
smoking on weed b-tches say i’m invisible
wouldn’t succeed, so i became a criminal
ricks on my feet
f-ck the police
got the choppa it not stopping
b-tches focus on my st–z wow
coke got me seeing things
don’t care bout yo feelings
my songs got some meanings, ay, ay
blood all on the ceiling
drank got me leaning
no one competing nah, b-tch

- noexistencehere

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