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lirik lagu the villain – burna bandz

[chorus: supaw-ssi]
i talk to god but i feel like the devil
we wrap bands around your mental
i rock vlone but i’m around k!llers
we wipe ya’ nose and take your dinners
i miss my dog ain’t seen him in a minute
sometimes you gotta play the villain
we came from shootouts in the trenches
tool in his mouth like i’m a dentist
we catch a body ain’t no repentin’
we bust his head like a watermelon
my dog sick he need a veteran
back of the xd got eleven
vvs diamonds i can’t blend in
came from stoleys now it’s foreign
she wanna battry me and cronem
’cause we blowin’

[verse 1: burna bandz]
came from stoley now it’s foreign
dat free smoke what he can’t afford
we don’t hesitate just pull the cord
n-ggas suicidal like my doors
f-ck a n-gga talkin’ ’bout he want war
on your block shoppin’ just like we on bloor
his next stop gon’ be the morgue
den we gonna post right back on the north
and all dis drip oh yeah it’s foreign
before we blew up b-tches been goin’
bro was in the trap feds kicked the door in
all he wanted was to stack dem bordens
if dey was outside we would be scorin’
timid in traffic ’cause i’m important
no cheque gang feds get behind me i’m floorin’
glock twenty-three like jordan
take a n-gga out his glory
take a n-gga out his prime
bro got a few bodies on him
he say he still talk to god
dripping just like a pond
hard to blend in when dese vvs shine
got him watchin’ like tv time
lose your mind if you reach for mine

[verse 2: supaw-ssi]
if it’s rickety rackades we at your neck
we wipe yo’ nose ’bout a cheque
we don’t spin your block we bend
my backwoods full of your dead friends
compact glizzy leave you drenched
whys take you out like the keg
sellin’ everything on the list just like craig
my w-ssas heartless like polo g
i seen a hundred at sixteen
we wipe yo’ down just like we clean
might drop a n-gga like some lean
those si’s those ain’t vvs
w-ssas flip you in your dreams
to k!ll we don’t need a beam
i get her wet i make her cream
my youngins sick got a disease
f-ck the opps we make ’em bleed
don’t f-ck with rats but i like cheese
on my neck a quarter key
i press a brick like press machine
if it’s not glizzy it’s xd
i’m ballin’ like i’m in the league

- burna bandz

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