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boneklava - black tar cypher كلمات أغنية

decay:
all black vetements, glock in my waistband
poppin all these f_ckin pills, shorten down my life span
p_ssy talking all that sh_t, but he won’t go band for band
talking all that sh_t, but you in my insights, you a fan

shooting up until i die, i don’t really give a f_ck
d_mn u really hitting that? ur b_tch is lookin like she muk
yeah im locked in, im in my zone, im feeling like a monk
p_ssyboy whimpering to minors, glad ur gone u suck

ass, at this sh_t
how the f_ck you get all that clout?
you is just a pay to win necrotrapper, theres no doubt
in my mind, like is this genre really going thru a drought

god you’re f_cking ass

gorejit:
i was broke, now i got bands and a penthouse
d_d_different drugs, i’ma put ’em in my mouth_o_o
i got drugs in a bag, i got monеy in a bag
i got drugs in a bag, i got money in a bag
got h_lla free bands from [?]
yeah, this b_tch is fat as f_ck, shе eating pie
yuh, y’all can’t see the death in my eyes
death in my eyes
death in disguise
demons in my mind
beat his ass ‘n’ tie him up
run him up in bentley truck
got a glock on me, don’t test yo’ luck
yuh, magnum on me, ‘n’ i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gun, i’m talkin’ ’bout that large condom
hauntgat:
talk down, get f_cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’_tweakin’
one_shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’, yeah
pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’, b_tch
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation
peelin’ tire
uppin’ milage on the f_ckin’ f_ggot
feelin’ violent
could give a f_ck about it, what’s the point then?
steady grippin’
white knuckle grippin’, yeah, that is the method
stutter steppin’
the ak get to stutter, leave you riddled

talk down, get f_cked up, sock him with my fist, i’m tweakin’_in’_in’_in’
one_shot his forehead, i’mma leave his body leakin’
pi_pi_pipe down be quiet, better watch what you be sayin’_ayin’
full clip, i’m dumping on his ass, no conversation

hxlx:
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
guns, drugs, bullet holes
b_tch, you know i’m moving fast when i shoot
you can’t f_ckin’ hit me, i got kevlar in my suit
.556, hit you with that f_ckin 7.62
stupid f_ckin’ f_ggot testin’ [?] bullets
get the f_ck up
shut the f_ck up
shut the f_ck up
get shot, b_tch
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up
get the f_ck up
inject:
[?]
yeah you lookin dumb
i got balenciaga on my feet
and i make that b_tch cum
[?] yeah you lookin dumb
h_lla moncler on my body can you see sh_t
all you f_ckin p_ssies tryina be me ion give a sh_t
im just posted in this f_ckin [?]
[?]
ima f_ck your b_tch yea she like that
everybody love decay and inject yeah they want a second body bag

kevlar:
fill your body up with cum im not offline
got a white girl in my arms she’s so fine
don’t gotta worry cos she’s not 16
all your shooters suck b_tch they just missed me
why the f_ck are all these n_ggas pedophiles
couldn’t pull hoes so you ruined many lives
nasty ass b_tch likes kids i’m not surprised
hope you f_cking rot in jail and then die
imma f_cking rape you like you would them
your d_ck so hard for kids like its wooden
you’re pathetic just f_cking k!ll yourself
hiding from the internet cos you’re impotent
put him in a cell right next to puff daddy
in minors dms asking for they addy
“diddyoffline” no this f_cker hicartel
p_ssy f_cking dipped from the scene cos he epstein
don’t you even know how happy it makes me
we don’t need that f_ggot talkin to these kids hoe
ran out of tissues but imma still beat my meat tho (to adults)
(this f_cker spent 400 bucks on a motherf_cking amv btw)
carried by a gypsy that’s career ending sh_t
drop a solo song n n0body streaming it
(goreoffline moaning lmao)
this f_cking grown ass man be moaning to minors
go see the sun b_tch open up them blinders
hope this f_cker doesn’t live near a motherf_cking school
guess he’s home jerking off to disney channel cartoons
gxner
and this codeine gotta give me excess, i can’t sip enough
rappers love to stick to have freakshows, give it up
everybody really baggage, tryna pick ’em up
hoes been posted like a catfish, yeah, you still livin’ rough
i started my life livin’ lavish, yeah, you can’t interrupt
truey jeans they really saggin’, this belt gon’ lift it up
keep a stick in with a mac, just so we can get it up
really posted like aladdin, i gotta make it out

rotten:
i got h_lla bullets, down to yo’ spleen
one shot, then i got that magazine, uh
stupid little b_tch, you get f_ckin’ popped, yeah
next to [?]
[?]
take off that [?]
[?]

boneklava:
pressin skulls and i put you in the f_ckin dirt
bl__dy masquerade gettin all this guts on my shirt
wanna see that p_ssy boy suffer and get hurt
the sooner that u die is the sooner i get closer
satan and his henchmen are comin up
slicin up ur wrists and i hit you with an uppercut
hit ur f_ckin face and i wanna see you put down
i wanna see ur body writhe on the motherf_ckin ground
shoot a pedo in the face even if he comes around
one shot, one magazine and i put you down
one shot, one magazine and i put you down
one magazine and i motherf_ckin put you down
one magazine and i motherf_ckin put you down
yuh, i keep that blade tucked
tryina press me and u might run outta luck
tryina flee the crime scene ima shoot you like a duck
dollar store ho giving brain right in a track
(_coughing_ aw h_ll naw, finally holy sh_t)

- boneklava

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