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nxle - gts (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: nxle]
whoever woke these two the f-ck up
y’all really f-cked up
it’ll hurt when we bust up your whole sh-t
better girdle ya nuts up
grab your gun and your vest and your buzzcut
i could sock it to you with a nunchuck
playtime’s over so put down your glowstick
can’t do sh-t against me, dumbf-ck
comin’ at me ’cause you’re f-cked in the head
doin’ what you know’s wrong cause you’re chasin’ the cred
i see the pr-ck in your conscience like a coold steel hypo
hold still, fighter
forget about pain ’cause you won’t feel it bite
i can see fear in their eyes
overtakin’ all the lies
told to themselves so they work up a rise
get up their courage to take on this guy
hurt on their feelings when i hate a crier
perk up their nervous impulse when they fly
merkin’ me, seriously?
they must be high
you know they ain’t seen sh-t
won’t be prepared for it
i see the fear in your heart
i stick your chest with a dart

[bridge: nxle]
wanna come at us?
that’s your greatest mistake, b-tch
we ain’t takin’ calls
we been going through sh-t
we won’t speak at all
we been going through sh-t
don’t say nothin’ to us
what you got is not enough

[verse 2: ntrodrt]
goin’ through sh-t, ’bout to go gta
is that your new whip? ’cause it’s ’bout to be mine
and i do this sh-t everyday
boy watch out, ’cause you done crossed a line
don’t act like everything’s fine
i stay havin’ sh-t on my mind
when i get stressed i do lines
i don’t go out of my way (ay, ay, ay, ay)
b-tch, i helped you out, and you stay wantin’ sh-t
wanna suck me dry, get up in the line ‘n sh-t
the only thing you’re getting out of me is bleach ‘n sh-t
put your hands in my pockets, overreach ‘n sh-t
you think you’re hot? quit wasting all my time ‘n sh-t
when i finally go out, i’ll be hauntin’ ya sh-t

[verse 3: lou-e]
(ahem)
has-slingin’ slasher, i’m billy the kid
post on ya block with a bottle of gin
pull up with a sword and i end yo kin
takin’ thses perc-ies, i’m tryna stay lit
might come through when i flip me a brick
suicide sh-t, yeah i’m comin’ through quick
pop me a [?] and i’ll go hit a lick (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pull up too quick
i stay too lit
wit’ yo b-tch
our here freakin’
i stay eating
i’m bulimic
she slurp my s-m-n
codeine got me dreamin’
pack’a demon
too cold, i am freezin’
nxle got the heat on
told that b-tch to dream on, dream on

- nxle

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