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sstvvss - $c4tt3r br4!n كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(yuh)
(yah)
(huh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, hmm)
i’m so high i can’t even see_ hmm (yeah)
yeah_yeah

[verse 1]
i’m so high, i can’t even see what’s in front of me
had to turn the auto_tune off, and go no melody
sippin’ on this syrup, till my mothaf_ckin’ stomach bleed
whip the pot and stir it, and i serve it till the f_ckin’ fiends
beatin’ his ass once and do it again, cause he got blood on my jeans
(in the studio all day and night, like i worked at shein)
uppin’ the glock, with a beam
(diamond watch)
double v, with a s
at the end
vvs
cartier
pop so many pills, lil b_tch i get competitive
i get high so much, sh_t gettin’ repetitive
i can’t slow down, lil b_tch, even off the sedativеs
said that he gon’ pull up with a gun? yeah, i bet hе will
got his ass paranoid, like he on the benadryl
pop a couple oxy ‘fore i head out on a drill
poppin’ a oxy and grippin’ my chop
(takin’ his head off, watchin’ it pop)
not gonna let up, i’m not gonna stop
til’ i hear that cl!ck_cl!ck from my chop
(watch his b_ b_ body drop)
head missing, headshot
bullseye, dead shot
will smith, chris rock
slap a b_tch for actin’ stupid
keep my name out of your f_ckin’ mouth
talkin’ money, then i’m fluent
cash come in big amounts
yeah, cash mountain, cash flow like a f_ckin’ fountain
[verse 2]
(ay)
(yeah, yeah)
got a problem? b_tch let’s solve it (huh)
i’ma let my chopstick do all the talkin’
body in a ditch (hmm)
gettin’ rotten
but i ain’t do sh_t, nah, i just found him
can’t f_ck with these b_tches, i ain’t draggin’ dead weight
they only around cause they wan’t what’s on my plate
don’t know who i am, all these songs that i make (huh)
but i been goin’ ham on this sh_t as of late
percs in my hand and i know this sh_t fake (huh)
mix ’em with the xans, black out for three days
molly, jaw_lockin’, i can’t feel my face

- sstvvss

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