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vfk - conartist كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ohbats
let’s do this

[chorus]
g_, g_, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious
l_, l_, long sho_, o_, _ot, 3 km, i got that optic_, _ti_, _ti_
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless_, e_, e_, e_
scam some racks, i’m a f_cking con artist (afk)
g_, g_, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious (f_ck off)
shot_, _ot_, _ot_, 3 km, i got that optic (red dot)
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless (body drop)
scam some racks, i’m a f_cking con artist

[verse 1]
i_, i_, i put the axe straight to his knee and leave him limping
sh_, shut your mouth because i’m quick to make decisi_, i_, i_
so many f_cking guns, you’d think i’m on a mission
a_, a_, and i just spent like 20 racks on ammunition
fi_, fi_, five_seven, five_seven, five_seven, five_seven
5 second detonation for the bomb that i threaten
bloodletter, bloodlеtter, bloodletter, bloodlеtter
blood flowing from his from his wrist, nah, he won’t ever get better
wake up, bl_, bl_, blood in my hands
break up, smash his skull in his head
face_f_ck, g_, g_, got your b_tch in my bed
mad p_ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
wake up, bl_, bl_, blood in my ha_, a_, a_, a_
break up, smash his skull in his head
face_f_ck, g_, g_, got your b_tch in my bed
mad p_ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
b_tch, i got shotty for my hobby of shooting heads
i got that strap up on my waist, shoot that f_ggot on his face
i walk with death
i’mma pray to f_cking god, k!ll that boy, and then k!ll myself
put his body_, y_, in a box, and put that body somewhere else
on a k!ll streak, so k!ll me, i need the release
grinding my t__th, run your mouth, it’s my pet peeve
only see green, all this weed, heavy smoking
got the munchies, i might feast on some dead meat
[bridge]
got my gun c_cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c_cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c_cked, put a bullet in his head
g_, g_, got my gun c_cked, leave that motherf_cker dead, yuh

[verse 2]
genocide, i might grab that f_ckin’ knife
bio_lab, dissect his eye, comply, or face demise, you’ll die, that’s right
he wanna f_ckin’ fight, pull up, then leave it with his life
b_tch, my doors like suicide, i’ll clip his wings, now he can’t fly, b_tch

[outro]
g_, g_, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my consci_, i_
l_, l_, long sho_, o_, _ot, 3 km, i got that optic_, _ti_, _ti_
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless_, e_, e_, e_
scam some racks, i’m a f_cking con arti_

- vfk

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