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lirik lagu dont talk 2 me! – ​hollowshawdy

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[chorus: bloodclot$ & hollowshawdy]
don’t you walk like it’s free, mix and match sh*t overseas
b*tch, the pressure what it brings, and just meddle through the streets
strikin’ gold, starin’ bold
they say “let’s roll,” i say “you fold,” and mind you, yes, it’s very cold
range whole, maybe blown
head casket, head caskets shown
b*tch, i came up with my brothers makin’ these tracks
f*ck a lame, talkin’ sh*t, you a b*tch and that’s facts (that’s facts)
i don’t really f*ck with rats, gotta use some mouse traps
comin’ out with bloodclot$, yeah, we tryna make some bands, yeah

[verse 1: hollowshawdy]
stabbin’ all these f*ckers on sight (skrr, skrr, skrr)
run up on you, like lil yachty, it’s one night
stealin’ all yo’ f*ckin’ sh*t just like i’m sly
there’s this girl in my dm’s tryna pipe, huh, yeah
stabbin’ all these b*tches on sight (skrr, skrr, skrr)
run up on you, like lil yachty, it’s one night (it’s one night)
stealin’ all yo’ f*ckin’ sh*t just like i’m sly
there’s this girl in my dm’s tryna pipe, yeah

[bridge: hollowshawdy]
you a fake f*ckboy, don’t talk to me
you a fake f*ckboy, don’t talk to me
you a fake f*ckboy, don’t, yeah
you a fake f*ckboy, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: bloodclot$]
how the f*ck am i supposed to write lyrics with my arms cut off?
grab the b*tch some vicodin, slicin’ sh*t
windows 95, the b*tch is enticing sh*t
by the way, [?] just f*cked his [?], if the bodies [?]
can’t murder [?], you are so clueless
movin’ through this crowded place, a project, f*ck a pleasant [?]
and this wave will sign itself
b*tch, it’s elf on the self, watchin’ you indoors, no health
break a sh*ll, [?] sells
we in jail, like, can’t you tell? you best [?] like [?]

[chorus: bloodclot$ & hollowshawdy]
don’t you walk like it’s free, mix and match sh*t overseas
b*tch, the pressure what it brings, and just meddle through the streets
strikin’ gold, starin’ bold
they say “let’s roll,” i say “you fold,” and mind you, yes, it’s very cold
range whole, maybe blown
head casket, head caskets shown
b*tch, i came up with my brothers makin’ these tracks
f*ck a lame, talkin’ sh*t, you a b*tch and that’s facts (that’s facts)
i don’t really f*ck with rats, gotta use some mouse traps
comin’ out with bloodclot$, yeah, we tryna make some bands, yeah, ayy

[outro: hollowshawdy]
yeah, we tryna make some bands
yeah, we tryna make some bands

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