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letra de hunter - !vanquisher (trap)

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[intro]
-yo !vanquisher, light this b-tch up-

[chorus]
hunting n-gg-s cuz they wanna talk
k!lling n-gg-s around the clock
run up on you that’s bad luck
guts spilled over, that’s mad f-cked
throat sliced, yeah its over
f-ck clout i don’t need no exposure
f-ck my ex i’ll triple expose her
i am death, i’ll take your breath yeah yeah

[verse 1]
don’t be acting like its my fault
i been this way this is just my default
please stop acting so appalled
you a b-tch, that’s right, yeah overall
overall i’m done putting up with your sh-t
overall i’m done trying to f-cking commit
f-ck it i’m switching and changing it up
f-ck it, i’m switching and changing, no luck
you could marry another n-gg- and i couldn’t give a f-ck
making sure that everything i do is f-cking heavy
i’m at the top of this trap metal sh-t already
if you dont think so you can meet the end of this machete
gotta plan it all out, no, i never will regret it
you a beta and you mentally unfit
just started out yet i’m the most trendy
i dont want fame i’ll just get it accidentally
i’m still the best and im running on empty, yeah

[refrain]
catch me on your block
always mobbin’ with my n-gg-s
countin’ hunnids up to the light
hunnid n-gg-s in the ceiling, yeah
bout the f-ckin guap!
i don’t think they even get it
pockets stacked up like it’s lunch
pull up never causin’ racket, fight
catch me on your block
always mobbin’ with my n-gg-s
countin’ hunnids up to the light
hunnid n-gg-s in the ceiling, yeah
bout the f-ckin guap!
i don’t think they even get it
pockets stacked up like it’s lunch
pull up never causin’ racket, fight

[verse 2]
why does the devil try pick on my soul?
he still hits like a b-tch, i could k!ll him and eat him
i beat the devil in my dreams
i k!lled him off, watched him bleed
what does that say about me
i guess they’re only dreams

[chorus]
hunting n-gg-s cuz they wanna talk
k!lling n-gg-s around the clock
run up on you that’s bad luck
guts spilled over, that’s mad f-cked
throat sliced, yeah its over
f-ck clout i don’t need no exposure
f-ck my ex i’ll triple expose her
i am death, i’ll take your breath yeah yeah

[refrain]
catch me on your block
always mobbin’ with my n-gg-s
countin’ hunnids up to the light
hunnid n-gg-s in the ceiling, yeah
bout the f-ckin guap!
i don’t think they even get it
pockets stacked up like it’s lunch
pull up never causin’ racket, fight
catch me on your block
always mobbin’ with my n-gg-s
countin’ hunnids up to the light
hunnid n-gg-s in the ceiling, yeah
bout the f-ckin guap!
i don’t think they even get it
pockets stacked up like it’s lunch
pull up never causin’ racket, fight

[chorus]
hunting n-gg-s cuz they wanna talk
k!lling n-gg-s around the clock
run up on you that’s bad luck
guts spilled over, that’s mad f-cked
throat sliced, yeah its over
f-ck clout i don’t need no exposure
f-ck my ex i’ll triple expose her
i am death, i’ll take your breath yeah yeah

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