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letra de habibti - official ts

habibti lyrics
[intro]
ac mixed it
(habibti, don’t try call me your darling
i don’t do love, i’m a full-time —-
married to the —-, i’m charging
catch me a demon, rise it, blast it
and them man there come like trees)
(dead on the ground, real mujahideen)
sting like aybee

[chorus]
habibti, don’t try call me your darling
i don’t do love, i’m a full-time mujuahid
married to the gun and my sword, i’m charging
catch me a demon, rise it, blast it
and them man there come like trees (mad)
if i chop them multiple times with an axe, they’ll fall on their f-cking knees
dead on the ground, real mujahideen
habibti, don’t try call me your darling
i don’t do love, i’m a full-time mujuahid
married to the gun and my sword, i’m charging
catch me a demon, rise it, blast it
and them man there come like trees (ayy)
if i chop them multiple times with an axe, they’ll fall on their f-cking knees
dead on the ground, real mujahideen
[verse 1]
they ain’t out ‘ere, they’re always offset
chase them down, need to work on my cardi
twist my blade in his neck like car keys
i get a thrill when i think about death
wallahi, lock off and bun that party
i accept death, i’ll win so calmly
[?], his flesh turnt green like kaaki
look into the barrel of the dotz so calmly
2 waps up on a 125
i had man screaming out, “ya re bai”
don’t f-ck with me if you love your life
hobbiso batcha, sutmarin fwain
ana la ‘akhaf almawt, you’d cry
i step with intent, see fear in his eyes
do a venomous step and deplete his life
ai kha vekhur, he ain’t coming back alive
ay, you ain’t done sh-t, likkle man, stop talking
buck into them, that’s a critical boring
demon, what, where? i’ll blast, no caution
angel of death, you’re done by the morning
that’s another grieving mum now mourning
work with the jinn? ahh, don’t be foolish
f-ck it, i’ll creep up and bore him
samurai swords, no, we don’t do talkin’
man spot me a witch, i’ll fry ‘n wig ’em
i’m the angel of death to the so-called magicians
you sealed your fate, now i’m looking for your kitten, grandma, unborn child and chicken
blast his face ’till his brain has risen
take it away and put it in my kitchen
turnt on the stove when i get to home
add a bit of salt, now his brain i’ve bitten
[chorus]
habibti, don’t try call me your darling
i don’t do love, i’m a full-time mujuahid
married to the gun and my sword, i’m charging
catch me a demon, rise it, blast it
and them man there come like trees
if i chop them multiple times with an axe, they’ll fall on their f-cking knees
dead on the ground, real mujahideen
habibti, don’t try call me your darling
i don’t do love, i’m a full-time mujuahid
married to the gun and my sword, i’m charging
catch me a demon, rise it, blast it
and them man there come like trees
if i chop them multiple times with an axe, they’ll fall on their f-cking knees
dead on the ground, real mujahideen

[verse 2]
wallahi, i’m onto you if you do magic
grab it, stab it, axe it, tragic
ride with the gang, tryna bun them f-ggots
do it for the cause, i don’t care what happens
f-ck defense, i’m all-out attacking
venomous step, tryna bore through jackets
my bro ap tryna get that bag in
chestshot hit, had his guts all saggin’
you can try k!ll me if you want
when i die, i was already decreed
soldier of allah, not sad if i bleed
in sha’allah, i’ll die in shaheed
alhamdulillah, that’s any kuffar i’m purging
make sure its hurting
roast him, toast him, burn him
bump into me, its curtains
dingers and germans, yemandem auf den keks gerhen
i found peace in my heart when i think about death
smash a boulder up on the kaffir’s head
lie down and rot on that coffin bed
sp-wn trap, k!ll him again and again
ay, f-ck that, blast his dad and friends
run that, drown that boy in cement
jump off a 3-double-0 moped
360 spin and inject in necks
if you don’t comply, i’ll rip your eyelids
i’m the most-feared member from —-
been in the field and i done did mileage
venom well-known for causing a crisis
gun buss through, that’s 10 lives minus
wallahi, it’s frying guns and violence
jihadi soldier for allah, i’m dying
wallahi, it’s frying guns and violence
[outro]
(and the man there come like trees)
sting like aybee

- official ts

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