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twisted metal - blckk lyrics

[intro]
one*eighty*seven
yuh

[verse]
i put his jaw in a new location, you p*ssies better off on a vacation
i know you’re livin’ inside of a bas*m*nt, you can’t even pay for a feature, let’s face it
you don’t know nothin’ about me, i really suggest that you stay in your county
i’m around here and i’m chasin’ the bounty
got cash on your head, i’ma take that sh*t from you
uh, f*ck it, i hope you rot like your cousin
you ain’t ’bout anything, y’all are not function
i check my feed, and you say you wanna be what we all know you not, sh*t
ubk, uh
talkin’ at my aim, but
you don’t even know my f*ckin’ name
but you can catch a fail, i’m in yo’ city, b*tch

[interlude]
uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m in yo’ f*ckin’ city, b*tch, come and see the city
i’m in yo’ city (uh, f*ckin’, uh)
[?] (yeah, ayy, what?)

[verse 2]
yuh, egovert get to blckk, he smoke, smacked up out his head, like, b*tch, focus, p*ssy
twisted metal, f*ckin’ die alone while i drop all yo’ homies, what the f*ck? yuh, ayy
i smoke a pack, i make it double
you think you’re ’bout it, but you don’t want that trouble
i flip a body for talkin’ on [?], i hope that you know that we all ’bout to go
[bridge]
you look like the type of lot, but you gon’ end up gettin’ f*ckin’ dropped, what?
you look like the type of lot, but you gon’ end up gettin’ f*ckin’ shot, woah
you look like the type of lot, but you gon’ end up gettin’ f*ckin’ dropped, what?
you look like the type of lot, but you gon’ end up gettin’ f*ckin’ shot, woah (p*ssy)

[outro]
twelve grams of f*ckin’ ubk in my blood, b*tch

- blckk lyrics

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