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bondi - cyanide كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: swagdisease]
droppin’ bullets, shot that p_ssy in the face
stupid b_tch, got all my pack from sellin’ lemonade
little b_tch, hoppin’ on sacks, these n_ggas never safe
if i don’t like the way he speakin’ ‘gettin hit with a blade
imma pick the skin that’s from his face off the curb
wok up in my cup, up in my hand, f_ck a verb
muddy walkin’ through the streets, off a pack, speakin’ slurred
k!ll that f_ckin’ p_ssy if he talk, what he heard?

[verse 2: bondi]
walk in the alley with a bullet proof vest
what the f_ck is left? i have no f_ckin’ friends
cuz i ain’t f_ckin’ with yo f_ggot ass no more
b_tch always talkin’ sh_t, you dumbass wh0re
blow my f_ckin’ brains out if you know what i want
suicidal as f_ck and i got a bomb
and i ain’t calm, and i ain’t calm, and i, i, i, i_

[verse 3: waryy]
yeah, b_tch i run up
if that boy be steppin’ on my lane
hе get booty f_cked
ugh, tell that boy to chеck his ego
stalkin’ on my page last week for a repost
got these p_ssies on my d_ck gotta k!ll some (yeah)
lil boy he get checked for my sk!ll, ugh
jeff bezos, bill gates, check my income
glock ready to bust like it’s bouta cum
[verse 4: overwxrld]
b_tch want my d_ck, so i put in her mouth
whip out my d_ck on top of your couch
pants pulled, down p_ssin’ on yo house
death everywhere, b_tch death all around
if you f_ckin’ talkin’ imma shoot him in his head
neva stop shootin’ till his ass f_ckin dead
finna pop a med, bleed all that red
make him f_ckin’ sleep, b_tch
make him f_ckin’ dread
finna pop a med, bleed all that red
make him f_ckin’ sleep, b_tch
make him f_ckin’ dread

[verse 5: sin4sev]
why you talk down on my name
i know you really down bad
i do all this emo sh_t because i’m really down sad
i got info on my opps and then i shoot b_tch, i don’t rat
when i say b_tches sin for sev you know that sh_t’s really a fact
i put you 6 feet underground, underground
k!ll your favorite rappers from the underground
i got a switch and a silence don’t make a sound
i’m screaming out loud but no one can hear me now
okay, okay okay
i run on gasoline and all the hate
you run from the police cuz you b_tch made
i eat you up put you on a plate
like why the f_ck you think i wanna talk to you
b_tch i got all this on my own i ain’t got tons to prove
you weak as f_ck you tryna sniff out my next move
ain’t it obvious?
i don’t wanna talk to you
friend group fallin’ apart, sh_t
but i don’t give a f_ck
you’re as strong as your weakest link
i got my money up
i call it “rip to wink”
that’s what it really was
i got trapped inside the crossfire
no one left to trust
[verse 6: project ix]
yeah she wanna suck me like a lollypop
i tell that b_tch to get off my c_ck
wanna f_ck around you get a lot
wanna f_ck around you get a lot
face down, ass up
f_cking b_tch
suck my c_ck, suck my c_ck
suck my c_ck
life is fun, life is fun
got a lot, got a lot
got a lot

[verse 7: craig/gussi]
i’m an x that’s on the ground, cuz you chasing for me
but you can’t even find me and you know that
i don’t wanna find you alive, cuz you wasting my time
and you’re wasting my energy
these cyphers be breaking my sanity
and you should make another one without me
stopping asking me if there’s gonna 20 others on the faculty

[verse 8: trasha]
run it up, recently pull up with cup
pull up with the stuff and i’m hittin’ it up
get l!cked, pull up with a [?] with a bl!ck
and they stick, stick, rip, rip, pull it up
crack, crack, write lit, wrist slit
run it up, recently pull up with cup
pull up with the stuff and i’m hittin’ it up
get l!cked, pull up with a [?] with a bl!ck
and they stick, stick, rip, rip, pull it up
crack, crack, write lit, wrist slit
[verse 9: ren noir]
[?]

[verse 10: gauze]
take a step back (what?)
for you get headshot, you talking dead man chat
i don’t wanna f_ckin hear it, better keep that b_tch from near me
gonna ask siri to tell me what i should do to you
let me get this through to you
i am not friendly
picking up a semi
just to k!ll a timmy
that’s p_ssing me off, i swear to god

[verse 11: blxxdshed]
i don’t need a gun, i’ll leave his body in the trunk
hit him with the hatchet, now that f_ck boy slumped
mutilate his corpse, i wanna have some fun
right outside your crib, so don’t try to run
take my f_cking hatchet, imma bash your f_cking skull in
i don’t like your face, i’m gonna take my knife and cut it
spit your f_cking brains out, slice your f_cking fist off
cut you with the chainsaw

[verse 12: bondi]
b_tch it’s bondi, cuttin’ up his body in a lake
that b_tch wanna say sum’, cuttin’ off her face
f_ck the human race, we cannot relate
eat yo organs on a plate
yo b_tch say “murder me”
pullin’ strings like it’s f_ckin’ surgery
yeah, it hurt to me
deadbeat p_ssy don’t do anything, i add some urgency
make him run cuz i’m a fu_ fu_ f_ckin’ ‘mergency

[verse 13: animal control]
i’m taking it back
and i’m making her [?]
[?] ask me for the recipe
better stay outta my way
on the day when i’m popping
the shots, at the opps, at the enemy
aye, can’t even imagine the half of the people
who wanna be, enemy
make everything hot and [?] left [?]
[?] next time you wanna try befriending me
[?]
[?] pop another acid, seeing red that’s a proper bad trip
i’m on a edge, and i hope that i fall
you know the number, so give it a call
i’m poppin’ another, like “f_ck it we ball”

- bondi

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