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exle - bick and dalls كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
i bet you f_ckin’ know ’bout my curse
spit a f_ckin’ verse and leave you in a he_rs_
they say sh_t gets better but it’s worse
the clip gonin’ be stuck to ya body like a spur
then you gonna be gone, quick in a blur yeah
20 f_ckin’ rounds, bodies drop to the ground
lost but never found
wrist slit, suicide whips on a night trip
i don’t fight sh_t, let my blade’s sharp tip take you off the radar
bye blimps, yeah uh
feelin’ conflict like a convict, john wick
quick with a thick d_ck stick and i pop two shots, lay you down like a brick
you deserve that sh_t because you a f_ckin’ pr_ck b_tch, yeah
i’m in the cut now, wondering how
my feet off the ground and my head in the clouds yeah yeah
they say you’d never make it, but look at me now
bread on my table and finna chow down yeah
i’m the f_ckin devil don’t you know
creep up in your mind and make you go splat, goodnight god d_mn
finna sign, my soul so f_ck you
i’m in control yeah
(i’m a demon)
(f_ck you, f_ck you, f_ck you, f_ck you, f_ck you)

- exle

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