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bruhmanegod - maker كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
ugly m-th-f-cka til hes under (got it right)
all dese tykes sound like some undercovers
bring the b-tter wit the bread if you wanna come to supper
you ain’t spider, you ain’t hustle then you punks will f-cking suffer
bring the pain and i’ll shape it into famous
all the bots in the way spilling till em circuits breaking
f-cking cracked out clowns spreading out a circus vagrant
then i put his -ss down and i shove him in the bas-m-nt‚ hatred

[bridge]
such a waste‚ a stasis
one that paints ya grave before you face it
blame me
for all the fakes and maybe i jus brought to shame that’s bound to take themselves

[verse 2]
everybody stressed and flexing super sad
boot his -ss‚ i could give a f-ck about a stupid fad
foo relax, you look like a pool of ash, foolish -ss
scoop da swag‚ do whatever works for ya boosted -ss
geek m-th-f-ckas always squawk when you not around
yall got a song, he gon swap when hes pocket bound
drop em now if you know what happens in an accident
dap em then you asking where they -sses went
f-ggot sh-t!

- bruhmanegod

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