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terre sainte - kakou & sugs lyrics

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[hook: sugs]
an eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
beat you to a pulp and the punch
slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick f*cks
b*tch i wouldn’t say too much

mind hurts, can’t tell what is down what is up
bite down the curb, pullin herb from the dutch
blow the smoke in ya eyes, i despise you too much
point blank to the face, why you makin a fuss?

[verse: sugs]
tell em if he want beef i got boatloads
footprints, cigarettes on the dirt road
just a little too late
drown a f*ckboi in a grate, watch him bobbin up and down like a yo*yo

make some profit you can tell me bout my management
til then tеll them it’s a f*ck you and a d*mn it then
i can tell you еnvious and wanna end me
so you better pick the weapon that’ll put the most damage in

ain’t much i could tell you
light the match and light the fuse
i get tired of mothaf*ckers, hit the b*tton wit the snooze
talkin records, measure quantity to quality?
when you livin reckless, ain’t n0body get apologies
lightning clouds, rain leak out the gutter
i could not find peace if i wanted to
half my life been treat like a ghost
so i’m gon eat and my dogs are gonna too

woah, wrap my hands with a roll of some black tape
lippin off and back talk leave you with a cracked face
follow you in death and i ain’t leavin til ya last light
rivals in the present and the future and the past life

millions of motherf*ckers piled up in the crash site, knew
i couldn’t stop it so i’m tossin all the trash right through
wanna check that? run it through a fact check
read between the text, yea the class in full effect b*tch

i don’t accustomed to a b*tch who tryna call me
got a custom pocket knife, the needle point for my opponents
need a pope for my confession, i confess that you a phony
i got forty f*cking ways to make your family send condolences

[hook: sugs]
an eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
beat you to a pulp and the punch
slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick f*cks
b*tch i wouldn’t say too much
mind hurts, can’t tell what is down what is up
bite down the curb, pullin herb from the dutch
blow the smoke in ya eyes, i despise you too much
point blank to the face, why you makin a fuss?

- kakou sugs lyrics

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