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letra de x - rated - yung euphoria

holy sh-t

verse:
you can call me what you want
but you know i’m x rated
yes i’m hated, don’t appeal to em all ‘less i’m faded
gettin faded every night you can see it in my eyes
black skies when i rise, ima come to terrorize
fifty shots in his mothaf-cking back
lungs black, no cap i been fl!cking on this ash
because i just miss my homies and i know i want em back
i been making murder rap for the people say i’m wack
if you listen and you really get the message
then you’ll know that i ain’t playin
i’m the f-cking grim reaper
dig deeper, in the skin i’m a f-cking skeleton
young king with a ring to his mothaf-ckin namе
leave another bl–dy mеss, bl–dy stain
i am like a hurricane, leave you leaking out the brain
everyday feels the same, when you living life in vain
i am not the one to play, we just made a better way
coming through the air, in and out of the ocean
hope you get the notion, f-cking wicked in devotion
im the one – i’m the mothaf-ckin god
someone oughta save me cause there’s people looking out
i can’t, even keep a f-cking job
i’ma do this till i’m gone, brain dead let em pop
honorary, bet this sh-t is getting scary
at the cemetery don’t be fleeing from your worry, hurry!
babygirl they just tryna be me
gotta always keep it moving, think it’s written for thee –
y – u – n – g , i’m just trying to see
gotta open up my eyes as i’m planting all these seeds
let it rain from the mothaf-ckin heavens
better get your weapons, cause i’m bout to teach a lesson
if you need a breather better listen to the seventh
sealing it for good watch it k!ll all the peasants
yeah, bringing it back
don’t need no gimmicks your sh-t is so trash
why in the f-ck would i say it like that?
done being nice as a matter of fact, i’m
too cracked and i’m in the solar system
must’ve missed em
as i’m throwing all these rappers and their disses
like some missiles but they gonna hit the planet like a comet for the mothaf-cking visuals, listen;
ab the best to come out the midwest
all of you rappers leave us unimpressed
blow up the ship and we taking your chest
i walk with the smiles on the heads that i kept
slept on the floor now i’m burning the bed
watch where you walk i got options for death
this right here gon be the one that they set
so many ways i can try to upset

keep a f-cking measure as i’m walking with the flame, no way
spread the gas let em burn for the praise
smoking haze everyday
got an ounce as they play, let em pray
i’m the plague
i be floating in the lake
got an empty mag, restock with the bags
need a match and box, make a spark for the stacks
this is that murder rap
that i mentioned in beginnings
tie a rope and let the fixings go, hoe

- yung euphoria

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