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headshots only - kamarov lyrics

[intro]
k!ll confirmed
just f*cking k!ll me
this is trap music

[verse 1: m44a1]
sleeping pills and xans all on my f*cking floor
getting headshots, one, two, three, and four
i ain’t do your verse, i thought it was a chore
leatherneck, on his wall, has some f*cking gore
emo b*tch got a corset ’round her waist
i got rotting bodies ’cause i love the f*cking taste
i blocked a hoe ’cause she a f*cking waste
put her in a chipper, make her into paste
p*ssies mad at me because i always done did the most
kc did all the recon, now i’m going ghost
tens of thousands bands off crypto, that’s what i grossed
put yo’ block in a toaster then we make it toast

[verse 2: kamarov]
cl!ck, clack, bang
sprayin’ aks out the roof of thе tank
f*ck your set and what you rep
.223 straight to the hеad
now that p*ssy boy squirmin’ on the floor, spillin’ red
knife straight to his neck, i’ll make it rain just like i’m at the club
i’m paintin’ murals with the blood and i can’t f*cking stop (i can’t f*cking stop)
bathsalts all up in my body, i’m tweakin’, like holy f*ck
ripped out all the organs with my glock, i think i need a mop
[outro: kamarov]
yeah
seven, eight, nine, count to ten
put a bullet through your f*cking head
yeah
seven, eight, nine, count to ten
put a bullet through your f*cking head

- kamarov lyrics

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