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goto eight - heat 3 كلمات أغنية

[verse]
pray to your god and stuff what are you used
blame me, i don’t follow you
let me take you pretty soul
you always told me “life as spice”

heat is scream of videoheads
taking out like crystal meth
place my love away from secrets
f-ck your life without the wishes

heat is grow into something violent
pressing chest to keep you silent
simple text which turning on limbs
say goodbye to your hidden tricks

here is pain going blow my brain
and you gonna take my bl–dy fame
place my sins where no one find them
hey you are i wanna tell you something

[chorus]
f-ck your lifetime, f-ck your mood
f-ck your jokes, for f-ck i’m gonna richy
money bag for our gang, proof your fame man
never chase a b-tches
we going up
threat up ahead
you f-cking dumb
stop race for the heat
(i do, now i do)

- goto eight

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