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letra de judas - r-mean

hook (jason french):

cuz you the type of fake -ss n-gga that’ll choose cheap p-ssy over loyalty
d-mn you a judas
my n-gga, you a judas
but ima let you live with that burden cuz its punishment enough for ya knowing you a m-th-f-cking judas
yeah, you a judas

verse 1 (r-mean):

i wonder how does it feel tho
when u know that deep inside you not a man – u should kneel
no matter who think u real tho
that mirror is a m-th-f-cka – no one can help yo
u keep runnin and runnin can’t run away from ur self tho
homie ya we can tell bro
im glad i got to know you – unbelievable
when someone shows u who the f-ck they are u best believe em bro
ur mama didn’t raise u right – u was born with a p-ssy dawg
won’t dare to look me in the eyes , where the f-ck is u lookin dawg
u shook of god
cuz lord knows – you feel sick now
i know u feelin lonely, its real dark where u live now
but i dont feel a bit of f-ckin pity for your b-tch made – be-trayin’ punk -ss
cuz we both know that u a judas

verse 2 (r-mean):

now we all make mistakes too
im about that forgiveness
but some sh-t u just dont do – as a man , u dont get this
which explains u not the type of cat im tryna give daps with
cut u off with the same knife u stabbed me in the back with
my changes is drastic
cuz now u wanna front like u was all p-ssion
in reality u faker than your b-tch’s -rg-sm
type of dude can’t even satisfy his b-tch dawg
i satisfy this mic every time i spits dawg
im with god
cuz lord knows, that we lit now
i feel so liberated, all smiles where i live now
and i dont feel a bit of f-ckin pity for your b-tch made – be-trayin’ punk -ss
cuz we both know that u a judas

verse 3 (r-mean):

i said it’s punishment enough for me knowing that f-ckery you’re doing is cutting deep
every morning you’re waking up to be a disappointment
it sucks to be you cuz
knowing you’re judas
lowest of humans
no don’t you confuse us
you and your daddy , both of you losers
your mama ain’t raise a man, she wasn’t competent
your child’ll probably grow up hoping his father’s genetics wasn’t dominant
catching a glimpse of you in his reflection what he never wants
catching you crossing the intersection and you getting stomped
because you the type to swear on god’s name with h-lla lies
the type to talk tough but confront him he’s petrified
man i don’t need bullets for you, i need insecticides (f-cking c-ckroach)
and ain’t sh-t you can do to rectify except just die
pool of holy water, deep as sh-t
dawg, i hope you drown, your breathing quits
cuz you can eat a d-ck
and that’s gonna be your last meal
feel the brutal whipping like a wounded christian homie, welcome to your crucifixion

- r mean

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