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cult of the damned - wytb كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: sly moon]
opposite of midas touch, turn mics to dust
never gave a flying f_ck, minus drunk with a pint of rum
get that dole money, sign me up
advisors tryna size me up
excuse me while i light my blunt
recite the funk ’till my time is up
horoscope’s like a horror show, bunnin’ chro
plant pennies, then watch the moneys grow
chillin’ with your honeycomb
tickling my funny bone
sniffing colombian coke, sippin’ mo’
okely doke, i’m openly overly dope
throw you over the boat while i’m rolling a note
raise a toast to the cult
razor to the throat of the goat
i showboat
you think i’m bluffing ’till i show you a [?]
and disappear in the smokе when i ghost

[refrain: black josh]
what you talking ’bout?
here matе, tell me what you are talking ’bout, like
yo, hat you talking ’bout?
here y’are kid, tell me what you are talking ’bout, like
la, what you talking ’bout…
[verse 2: king grubb]
mind your business ‘cos i am a witness
i swear on my life it’s like i’m getting high for a living
minus the riches, plus the timeless lyrics
i’m sp_ced out, so how’s the sky the limit?
life’s mostly just igniting bridges
smiting bizzies, escaping scenes with priceless trinkets
blazing green’s the daily theme
to break the routine would be considered quite suspicious
supply my liver with the finest liquors
women crying rivers, i’m just thinking “when’s it time for dinner?”
need a tiny violinist
born liar but there’s no denying, i’m a sinner
i deliver, but you get taken out if i’m not vibing with ya
hide your mrs, [?] she’s sliding with us
heard she gets around worse than chinese whispers
i’m sighing tryna find the perfect line to finish

[verse 3: black josh]
i’m bad for you, i’m bad for myself
i’m like “i don’t give a f_ck, ask someone else”
antisocial with the gang though
i might say some sh_t and get cancelled
shotting spice out [?] van though
loot the local shop ‘cos her man’s broke
she had my fingers looking like [?]
d_mn hoe, you can’t stay the night, i’m just [?]
on a xan though
cocaine like maradona
fiends to me are cannon fodder and your gang too
i don’t give a f_ck what your mans do
pillow talking to gyaldem about us, uh, thank you?
i wondered how she knew my name
[?] realised why she came
life got hard, sh_t’s not the same
i’ve been trying tell ’em still, they’re wondering what has to change[?]
[refrain: black josh]
what you talking ’bout?
here mate, tell me what you are talking ’bout, like
yo, hat you talking ’bout?
here y’are kid, tell me what you are talking ’bout, like
la, what you talking ’bout?
go away, and tell me what you’re talking ’bout, like
listen lid, what you talking ’bout?
go ahead mate, tell me what you’re talking ’bout

[outro: lee scott, tony broke]
what you talking about?
yeah, what you talking about though?
what you talking about?
yeah, what you talking about though?
what you talking about?
yeah, what you talking about though?
what you talking about?
yeah, what you talking about tho…

- cult of the damned

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