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lirik lagu don’t breathe! – sxmpra

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[chorus]
say you f*ckin’ with the king, you a liar
only f*ckin’ wit’ me when the cosign fire, uh
i be spittin’, holy smokin’ like a tire
double dare, ya f*ckin’ cross me, consequences will be dire
keep it pretty, p*ssy b*tch, i dare you, turn yo’ back
freddy krueger come to cut a f*cka, where they at
feel like jason, keep that blade up on me and the mask
creep up out the cut i’m sneakin’ through the f*ckin’ grass

[verses]
i don’t really f*ck with many people, that’s a fact
i be posted in my room, just makin’ beats and eating snacks
i just sip up on my goosey ’til i’m layin’ on my back
all these p*ssies looking goofy tryna chase a f*ckin’ bag
i’ma get this pull up and i’m flexin’, get up out the whip
i get a mothaf*cka running for the exit
bet i better get ’em out the mothaf*ckin’ sections
never been the better man, i better be arrested
i be countin’ every mothaf*ckin’ blessing
thinkin’ ’bout a way to make outta my depression
think about the way that imma get it every session
i’ma be f*cka to k!ll ’em, it ain’t no question, hoo
p*ssy really wanna be the one to pull up on a mothaf*cka
wanna get ’em with the cutter
never wanna be the one to pull up on another one
i want a mothaf*cka comin’ for me, i
really got a wait a minute, i’ma get it but
i gotta take a little bitta mothaf*ckin’ time, i know, i
take what you want from me, i cannot fathom
a life where material value is put on
a pedestal, let ’em all call to the devil
i revel in every moment of rebel rebellion
telling ’em, “what in the f*ck are they doin'”? just selling them
everything for a golden medallion
tally ’em, tell me the number of bodies that drop, is it damaging?
hold up, p*ssy boy, the f*ck is you at?
i got the f*ckin’ razor blades, i taped ’em up on the bat
i never thought i’d make it to this day they bumpin’ my tracks
i do my thang and now i live my dream, the f*ck is you at?
[bridge]
creeping, creeping on these b*tches, therefore glocked up
creeping, creeping on these b*tches, therefore glocked up

[chorus]
say you f*ckin’ with the king, you a liar
only f*ckin’ wit’ me when the cosign fire, uh
i be spittin’, holy smokin’ like a tire
double dare ya, f*ckin’ cross me, consequences will be dire
keep it pretty, p*ssy b*tch, i dare you, turn yo’ back
freddy krueger come to cut a f*cka where they at
feel like jason keep that blade up on me and the mask
creep up out the cut, i’m sneakin’ through the f*ckin’ grass

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