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letra de contraception - swagdisease

[verse 1: swagdisease]
put a knife right through his body, and he pass out
see that f-cker hit the floor, how he gon’ act now?
my whole clique gon’ catch a body if you act out
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye—, ye—, ye—, ye—, ye—, ye—, ye—
see that lil’ p-ssy? gon’ stomp him out like a fly
rip off that lil’ b-tch’s face it look like pie
if he wanna k!ll me, yeah, he’ll have to try
see him on the street, i want that b-tch to die

[hook: swagdisease, craiggussi & swagdisease]
like forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
wanna f-ck with me? you give up your life
like forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
forfeit, like forfeit, forfeit
wanna try me? i’ll rip out yo eyes

[verse 2: craiggussi]
your eyes, they are put on backwards
five guys, pull up when yo backs turned
nighttimes, the reaper leaving yo brain splattered
four eyes, braces on yo t–th, you’re actors
i think i’ll quit now, before i’m too caught up in this clique
better now than never, i’ll throw away this whole bit
better now than never, i’ll throw away this whole bit
wanna throw myself into a pit
and i’m shootin’ like a movie
i’m glad that you don’t know me
’cause you just wasting my time, tryna tell me how i should hold me
brand myself with an s, picking at my left arm
still feel like i should go farther
[verse 3: craiggussi]
you can’t drop that
making my own gravity to drop your own n-ts-ck
pocket is too big that you can’t reach over my stack
you gone, pull up nothing, i’ma leave you 2pac
bust a hole in your t–th if you don’t tell me i’m right
and i best believe you’re running ’til your out of my sight
you ain’t meaning what you speaking, you just talk out of spite
and i know you’re looking up to me like you’re lacking height

[verse 4: kamatayan]
the pistol end his life, with the bombers and cutters up the sky
i hit them both, like the soldier r-t-rded, i’m in the night
and you stopped all along (all along)
got the thirty in the stop, in the song, and they’re wrong
b-tch, i’m dirty don’t talk to me, i know, i see
a throw a lead, i f-ck her feet
the mothaf-ckin’ demon, the mothaf-ckin’ demon
he coming like some s-m-n, he cumming like a d-ck (haha)
better get to beating, you better use some spit (haha)
sweater creepy b-st-rd, rock a leaky slit
shout-out f-cking craig, f-ck a garden with a snake
b-tch i’m walking like an egg, you dumb broke just like a lame
go bury and die

- swagdisease

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