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blakswan – my religion كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
okay
p_ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b_tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c_ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen

[verse 1]
got your cranium missing, rain with the crimson
crazy or insane, what’s the difference
bang, f_ck a witness
i’m crossing some names off my hit list
man, f_ck you b_tches
i’ma david blaine, no magician
fade from your vision, listen up
know who you’re messing with
messi’ ain’t no pedestrian
blessing me with some stallions
i’m s_xually equestrian
text you and we have s_x again
blowing my loads in seconds
she’s sucking me like it’s easter
my d_ck is ressur_erect again
say my name when you go down
inseminate down your throat now
change lanes on the road now
cum stains on her coat now
(you got it in my f_cking hair)
motherf_cker relax and getcha foot off the gas
she put my hand on her ass, grasping the fattest of fats
leaving a stain in my lap, that’s such a pain in the ass
passenger with the audacity asking why that was fast
‘cause sh_t i never could last
[chorus]
p_ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b_tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c_ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen

[verse 2]
how you gon’ f_ck with me
testing your luck with me
i’ma roll up and duct tape that mouth shut, you see
you run from me, that’s fun for me, that’s so funny
you got me p_ssing in my f_cking dungarees
you’re under siege, i’m undefeated
i’m under your skin like i’m intravenous
gotta gun to your head, blow that sh_t to pieces
swallow my lead, say h_llo to jesus
never know what i might do
might f_ck around and i might fight you
might mike tyson, i might bite you
might nip your ear off and i might chew
might spit blood on the mic, run for your life
packing lyrical slugs in my gun at your knife fight
say your prayers, hit the lights
bed time, motherf_cker, night_night
semi_automatic in the vatican
i’ll let you have it ‘til you’ve had enough
and then i’ll smack you on the track again
and if you back it up, then i’ma smack you on the ass again
a house of f_cking pain like i’ma pack it up and pack it in (do, do, do)
pop a mother f_cking cap again, i’m fifty with the caliber, you’re barrels full of
halibut
i’m splattering these rappers on the carpet, got me vacuuming
and lapping up the blood like dracula and robert pattinson

[chorus]
p_ssy, money, fame: my religion
i ain’t superstitious
i’m praying for forgiveness
i’m praying for you
b_tches, money, fame: ammunition
i aim with precision
and c_ck it and blow your brains on the kitchen

[outro]
what’s up
motherf_cker, what’s up
yea, said what’s up
what’s up, what’s up (b_tch)

p_ssy, p_ssy, p_ssy
she, she p_ssy, p_ssy, p_ssy
she bad
yea, what’s up
what’s up, what’s up

- blakswan

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