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letra de conartist - vfk

[intro]
ohbats
let’s do this

[chorus]
g-, g-, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious
l-, l-, long sho-, o-, -ot, 3 km, i got that optic-, -ti-, -ti-
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless-, e-, e-, e-
scam some racks, i’m a f-cking con artist (afk)
g-, g-, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious (f-ck off)
shot-, -ot-, -ot-, 3 km, i got that optic (red dot)
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless (body drop)
scam some racks, i’m a f-cking con artist

[verse 1]
i-, i-, i put the axe straight to his knee and leave him limping
sh-, shut your mouth because i’m quick to make decisi-, i-, i-
so many f-cking guns, you’d think i’m on a mission
a-, a-, and i just spent like 20 racks on ammunition
fi-, fi-, five-seven, five-seven, five-seven, five-seven
5 second detonation for the bomb that i threaten
bloodletter, bloodlеtter, bloodletter, bloodlеtter
blood flowing from his from his wrist, nah, he won’t ever get better
wake up, bl-, bl-, blood in my hands
break up, smash his skull in his head
face-f-ck, g-, g-, got your b-tch in my bed
mad p-ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
wake up, bl-, bl-, blood in my ha-, a-, a-, a-
break up, smash his skull in his head
face-f-ck, g-, g-, got your b-tch in my bed
mad p-ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
b-tch, i got shotty for my hobby of shooting heads
i got that strap up on my waist, shoot that f-ggot on his face
i walk with death
i’mma pray to f-cking god, k!ll that boy, and then k!ll myself
put his body-, y-, in a box, and put that body somewhere else
on a k!ll streak, so k!ll me, i need the release
grinding my t–th, run your mouth, it’s my pet peeve
only see green, all this weed, heavy smoking
got the munchies, i might feast on some dead meat
[bridge]
got my gun c-cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c-cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c-cked, put a bullet in his head
g-, g-, got my gun c-cked, leave that motherf-cker dead, yuh

[verse 2]
genocide, i might grab that f-ckin’ knife
bio-lab, dissect his eye, comply, or face demise, you’ll die, that’s right
he wanna f-ckin’ fight, pull up, then leave it with his life
b-tch, my doors like suicide, i’ll clip his wings, now he can’t fly, b-tch

[outro]
g-, g-, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my consci-, i-
l-, l-, long sho-, o-, -ot, 3 km, i got that optic-, -ti-, -ti-
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless-, e-, e-, e-
scam some racks, i’m a f-cking con arti-

- vfk

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