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letra de phonk - scrim

[intro]
this a $crim beat!
blackland 666, they call me pontius pilate
dj $crim with that 808
five nine!

[verse 1]
i’m twisting my fingers and rapping
five nine got a phonk off seven
i’m wishing these boys get to stepping
six shots, five bodies gone to heaven
that black on my face and that blood on my eyes
the mystical prince i’m the devil’s surprise
i’m dreaming and lurking to catch homicide
your wifey be sucking, she swallow my pride
f-cking that b-tch then i tell her goodbye
i’m trading my soul for a bezel, the devil
i’m lucifеr, grab me a shovel i’m digging it, digging it, digging it
got blood on my walls, bad b-tch on my b-lls
always stay high so i nevеr will fall
smoking on mystical chronic
give me what you got in your wallet
not buying that bullsh-t you saying
i’m god in the flesh, start to praying
the chopper i’m holding and spraying
yung chri$t, f-ckboys, don’t save them
yung chri$t (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)
[hook]
crucify me wearing tommy
all black with the goons behind me
lurking, searching for that blood to spill
pop them pills and sip that barre
gut that blunt and light that gar, i’m smoking till the death
pop them bars and f-ck that broad, i’m searching for what’s next
crucify me wearing tommy
all black with the goons behind me
lurking, searching for that blood to spill
pop them pills and sip that barre
gut that blunt and light that gar, i’m smoking till the death
pop them bars and f-ck that broad, i’m searching for what’s next

[verse 2]
suckers running [?] deliver
hollow things ain’t got no feelings
when i bust it, get to ducking for the cover
got hoes piled up to the ceilings
two phones and a chrome infrared on your head
before you turn around, [?] a motherf-cker dead
that’s a head full of lead for you lames
got brain, b-tches know i spit game
underestimated pimp [?]
[?] spray the [?]
holla can i get a witness [?]
all these suckers want to instagram [?]
rubber bands on my wrist for the bands
that i don’t ever, ever f-cking have
but grab the mask and the glock, hear the backdoor knock
then your front door bust with six shots
[hook]
crucify me wearing tommy
all black with the goons behind me
lurking, searching for that blood to spill
pop them pills and sip that barre
gut that blunt and light that gar, i’m smoking till the death
pop them bars and f-ck that broad, i’m searching for what’s next
crucify me wearing tommy
all black with the goons behind me
lurking, searching for that blood to spill
pop them pills and sip that barre
gut that blunt and light that gar, i’m smoking till the death
pop them bars and f-ck that broad, i’m searching for what’s next

- scrim

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