
letra de low temperature - selfmxdebless
[intro]
ermashov
[pre-chorus]
hand me the f-cking gun, shoot me in my brain, uh (what?)
stand to take another one, put me in my pain, uh
can’t have enough of drugs, inhale ’til i faint, uh (what?)
fan is blowing through the dust, now it’s in the drain, uh
[chorus]
don’t provoke my temper, might get yo’ bones stuck
got a choppa in yo’ face, all the bullets made it bust
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no bad time, it’s the peace and it’s a must, ayy
your sh-t’s out of style, that’s how i know that you is f-cked, yuh
[verse]
you can’t preoccupy all the sh-t that i make do, yuh
think you out here bad until karma faces you, yuh
this the type of sh-t that n-ggas punch through the d-mn roof, yuh
b-tch, i’m full of speed, see yo’ ass, might make you poof, yuh
hey, don’t waste none on me (what?)
don’t try break yo’ fun to mе
don’t try take that sh-t on me (yuh)
try to pace that sh-t from mе
daylights shining sh-t on me (yuh)
haywire with the gang with me (uh-huh)
f-ck you, i can’t facetime
put the chains to my belt like some pearlies on my waistline
rip a inch to yo’ soul, give a f-ck if yo’ babe’s crying
f-ck ’bout what you say, like
good with intermission for the game, don’t get it f-cked up
selfmxdebless got action like always, might leave you d-mn washed up (washed up)
bucket hat on my hair, yuh
pull up to yo’ place, we see you hiding over there, yuh
b-tch, don’t approach me with that whining, i don’t care, yuh
if you wanna body me, you better tell me where, yuh
used to bump that noise sh-t right down under the stairs, yuh
now i’m making noise with the demons that is fair, yuh
you don’t want no problems if you got a second chance, yuh
dreadhead skull inside of yo’ lobby, do yo’ dance, yuh
i don’t do no hands, yuh
[pre-chorus]
hand me the f-cking gun, shoot me in my brain, uh (what?)
stand to take another one, put me in my pain, uh
can’t have enough of drugs, inhale ’til i faint, uh (what?)
fan is blowing through the dust, now it’s in the drain, uh
[chorus]
don’t provoke my temper, might get yo’ bones stuck
got a choppa in yo’ face, all the bullets made it bust
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no bad time, it’s the peace and it’s a must, ayy
your sh-t’s out of style, that’s how i know that you is f-cked, yuh
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