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satra b.e.n.z (english) - groparul (english version | the undertaker) كلمات الأغنية

[hook: k!lla fonic]
i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you, i bury you
i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you, i bury you
i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you, i bury you
i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you like the undertaker, i bury you, i bury you

[verse 1: k!lla fonic]
bad b-tch, evil like medusa, a snakery in the head
i look in her eyes, she breaks me, i f-ck her, i f-ck her, i remain stoney, cursed
some call her death, i call her wife
she’s never in a bad mood
she wants me by her side, she wants me to brrr
she’s convoking me, the rag, brr brr
my temperature is going down, she’s wrapping me up
the heart is turning inside me, she knocks it down
oh, god, where’s jesus? ’cause she’s k!lling me
but look how i break the streets and i escape the cops, and i escape the cops
cops, cops, cops, cops, f-ck off, they won’t catch the hatchet
hundred millions we make, no problems
this game is not comical, i take your feathered snake
eight families, no rap, yo, bro
benzito gang, we-we-we-we give it to them
hood thug, the backdrop from pluto
a stack of lucian blaga i get a month

[verse 2: super ed]
from birth i was blessed with a lot of muse and that’s it
raised in a family of losers, my heroes were for borrowing
i lost myself in music and literature
my name is guta and i make oscar movies with the joint in the mouth and the hand on the d-ck
i’m gonna put you in the grave, dead motherf-cker
the dead with the dead, dead motherf-cker
i’m full of life on the edge of the grave
and i dig so my eyes jump out, wooshh
i bury what i have the filthiest in me
jim’s friend is no friend of mine
the snake is long, like 7 miles long
and my salvation was those 8 miles
hey, i bury everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
for the new past, the present is antidote-dote-dote
the rest, everything, everything it was, everything, everything, everything, everything, dead
water, ah, goes under the bridge

[verse 3: nosfe]
ow, momma, i directed my drama
with liters of whiskey, c-ke and rum, alone
i don’t want anyone alone, i don’t stop, it comes alone by itself
i do it saturday, sunday, aloneee
i wrote the best songs when i was sad
in the morning when the sun showed it’s face and the ho went home
i was sad and now i risk losing control ’cause i’m writing while i’m on the wheel
i proposed myself to always be number one
since i was h-tting the ball on the street
i wanted a team, not to be captain
droadec gave me a c-cktail and told me: “here you go, captain!”
i drank the shot, mc at a goodnight party in bucale i was
and it gave me a view that i made me think i was the best captain
and it wasn’t a dream then, the best captain i was becoming

[verse 4: keed]
i don’t want to see you, feel you, talk to you anymore
the present is enough for me and how many mistakes i make
me and mines still pay because of you
i can’t stomach you anymore, leave my f-ckin’ life, dead motherf-cker
why do you dissappear like you never existed
and after that you reappear exactly when everyhing is good?
you don’t let them live, why do you follow my parents?
because of you i gave up on a lot of them
i have so much hate in my soul because of you, i swear
hate that i try to get rid of ’cause i had enough to endure
i want you to dissappear, i want to get rid of you
but i think i have no choice
and i think i have to learn to live with you

- satra b e n z english

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