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lirik lagu i leave town – fury

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[intro: sh*ggy 2 dope]
man, f*ck all these b*tches
talkin’ ’bout they suckin’ d*ck
where the f*ck my freebies at?
you be chargin’ me, ho
f*ck you

[verse 1]
some people eat fish, i can drown a trout (d*mn)
with this river of saliva comin’ out my mouth
write a little short story, then i sound it out
little boom box on your box, then i pound it out (yeah)
package your box and ship it (your order’s here)
i belong in a massive prison, your ass i’m l!ckin’
i have to flip it and visit you with masochism
i tie myself up, wear you as a mask and finish
(hey, give me a hand) p*ssy on my face glides like soap (yeah)
i take a look inside like a kaleidoscopе
say hi to your soul, dig myself inside and grow
into a new man who might just providе you a home (i love you)
i’m the man of your dreams, i planted a scheme to thrill you
bury your need, there’s nothing to me, you need me (b*tch)
’cause i’m the clique commander
i put my d*ck in your mouth so you quit your banter (b*tch)
[chorus: sh*ggy 2 dope]
man, f*ck these hoes, (yeah) slap ’em like some dominos
(yeah) bend over and touch your toes
make you bite that pillow, (what) then i go home, uh
you stay here while my homie gets on, yeah
’cause i’m tired of you perpetrating b*tches (b*tches)
i understand that you sick of the kitchen (so?)
don’t mean you can take me down (never)
you stay here, b*tch, and i leave town, whoa

[verse 2]
stupid b*tch, always gettin’ my hopes up
the same f*ckin’ b*tch needs her f*ckin’ throat cut
p*ssy sewed shut, you fully*grown sl*t
don’t have the upper hand, you can only hold nuts (hold ’em)
i’m heartless, b*tch, you made me this way
she lyin’ in my face like everything is okay
then she suckin’ on some d*ck halfway across the state
said she thought that it was drake and believed it was fake
i wish it was pretend, went and fell for the b*tch
now she’s fallin’ off a cliff tellin’ family she’s sick
they be callin’ her for weeks, haven’t heard from her since
’cause i covered her with bricks, dirt, rocks, and some sticks
don’t know what i was thinkin’, ready to up and change quick
until i’m in the middle of this f*ckin’ dumb sh*t
this f*ckin’ dumb b*tch who’s doin’ dumb sh*t
like here we go again, f*ckin’ dum da dum sh*t
[verse 3]
runnin’ away from her’s the best thing to do
b*tches be crazy, passin’ ’em around my crew
put a lease on a home, make her hop like a frog
make her walk like a zombie, comin’ out the fog
hop on my bed, then jump on my d*ck
squirt on my face until it makes me sick
slap your ass, leaving hand prints until you moan
once i bust my nut, see you walkin’ all alone

[chorus: sh*ggy 2 dope]
man, f*ck these hoes, (yeah) slap ’em like some dominos
(yeah) bend over and touch your toes
make you bite that pillow, (what) then i go home, uh
you stay here while my homie gets on, yeah
’cause i’m tired of you perpetrating b*tches (b*tches)
i understand that you sick of the kitchen (so?)
don’t mean you can take me down (never)
you stay here, b*tch, and i leave town, whoa

[verse 4]
met this b*tch in a video game, she said she from spain
she’s livin’ in scotland, i thought her accent was flames ([?])
i started mackin’ a [?], she started actin’ the same
and on a video chat, we started fappin’ away
it’s a pandemic, let me check this d*mn reddit
how to get inside of you, [?] to get this d*mn neden
tell ’em i’m essential, i’m a medic, i’m a [?]
’cause i’ma f*ckin’ punch you in your face if i can’t get in border patrol
she can’t stand when i’m out on the road
she keeps bombin’ me with texts, and she’s callin’ my phone (stop)
she’s outta control, like johnny depp down to the bone
she’s amber heardin’ me for breakfast and the bed is my soul (my [?])
i’m lettin’ you know how [?] like for me
i put in love [?], and now i’m not me
i’m just a narcissist, and i don’t see ([jordan peterson?])
she said she’d never really vibe with me and “f*ck icp”
[chorus: sh*ggy 2 dope]
man, f*ck these hoes, (yeah) slap ’em like some dominos
(yeah) bend over and touch your toes
make you bite that pillow, (what) then i go home, uh
you stay here while my homie gets on, yeah
’cause i’m tired of you perpetrating b*tches (b*tches)
i understand that you sick of the kitchen (so?)
don’t mean you can take me down (never)
you stay here, b*tch, and i leave town, whoa