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blckk - backpack كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
keep a vest on my bedside table
figure out a way that i could steal from a label
why they look at me like i’m so f_cking ungrateful
and this sh_t not different, b_tch, i been unstable, uh
like i’m off my meds
if i ever did get ’em, i’d sell ’em (yeah)
i really never gave a f_ck what you want from me
and i could get ya boy stuck, don’t f_ck with me (pop, pop)
step one: drink a little too much
step three: wrap the b_tch up in a trunk
tell the police “you don’t know a god d_mn thing
’cause you never really did keep up”
yеah, ask for directions, you not really from ’round herе
you been really on the move like all year
and you don’t call sh_t home, you don’t got one
only bought a gun ’cause you love to see the cops run
i really took a b_tch back when she played me
and then i f_ck around and now i got a_
and it’s up when you f_ck with my paycheck
yeah, what’s up? you want blood? i got payback
i seen my face on the television, turn it up
i got every other reason i should run it up
and i feel like i’m worth ’bout a hundred bucks (yeah)
i could up it if you motherf_cking give it up
yeah, what’s in your wallet?
what’s in your pocket?
what’s in your motherf_cking backpack? stop it
and your brand new phone that you call b_tches on
and you tell ’em that you wish they wouldn’t talk so much ’bout me
it’s on me
i been sittin’ back chillin’ for a minute
i should really get back on my bullsh_t
you know, when i tell ’em i’ma k!ll ’em if they f_ck with me
wrap sh_t up, back, no k!lla
took my blood like you ate my dinner
f_ck with my name, watching ice get thinner
p_ss on your grave, i’m a god d_mn winner
sh_t that’s in my pocket take your god d_mn skin off (yeah)
tell that boy to watch himself ’cause i’ll spin ’em (yeah)
tell him myself, b_tch, i’m f_cking y’all sisters
k!ll y’all self ‘fore you get sh_t twisted, huh

- blckk

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