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letra de back on our shit! - xdium

[intro]
the only problem is hypodermic needles can’t break the skin, so i’ll have to stick you in the one spot it will go through. the mucus membrane, right in here
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[hook: xdium]
back on my sh-t, and i’m cuttin’ out the sadness
deep inside this b-tch, is that yo b-tch up in my mattress
that lil b-tch stay mad, at the fact he a had been
send shots at yo back, empty mags, at the fa-
ugh! they be hatin’ ’cause i’m up now
ugh! homie dissin’ cope wit’ no clout
ugh! i be workin’ ’round the clock
boutta have this sh-t on lock
just to get us to the top, hoe, ugh!
[verse 1: sev!]
poppin’ shots like a drunk, imma make you trip-trip
skull wound when i make this f-cking finger slip-slip
steady catching dubs, no x-y-z-z
all up on my d-ck b-tch, you really tryna f-ck mе?
plecostomus the way you always be sucking off-off
catch thе f-cking fade when you see my kicks are on-on
shoot you in the f-cking front leaving no jaw
stab you make my x on your chest call you caps lock
slice his neck with a razor, i’m not talking cortex
say my f-cking name, i’ll be making sure that you’re next
“if you talking crazy, i will give you chin-check”
day of your death like i’m in the f-cking aztecs
b-tch wanna work with me, b-tch i say “f-ck that.”
actin’ really hard when you speak all that cap-rap
b-tch wanna work with me, b-tch i say “f-ck that.”
actin’ really hard when you speak all that cap-rap

[interlude]
holy f-ck, holy sh-t!

[verse 2: xdium]
throw ’em in a hole and light the bodies on fire
and i know that they go on speakin’ like liars, ugh
chillin’ wit yo hoe, we gon’ pull an all-nighter
why the f-ck is yo name at the bottom of flyers? ugh
talkin’ like you big, but yo b-tch-ass ain’t nothing
boy, get the f-ck up off my d-ck since yo sound came from frontin’
i’m gonna go and make it rich just to show y’all i’m something
you best believe i’m talkin’ sh-t since you won’t stop the dumbing
i get to cuttin’ and guttin’ so i can turn you to nothing, lil bro
always be stuntin’ the truth is you keep on runnin’ to home
wounded and gushin’ this like when alphas see mutton, you joke
quit the assumptions or else yo ass i be dumping, truth told
[outro: xdium]
back on my sh-t, and i’m cuttin’ out the sadness
deep inside this b-tch, is that yo b-tch up in my mattress
that lil b-tch stay mad, at the fact he a had been
send shots at yo back, empty mags, at the fa-

- xdium

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