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conartist - vfk lyrics

[intro]
ohbats
let’s do this

[chorus]
g*, g*, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious
l*, l*, long sho*, o*, *ot, 3 km, i got that optic*, *ti*, *ti*
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless*, e*, e*, e*
scam some racks, i’m a f*cking con artist (afk)
g*, g*, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious (f*ck off)
shot*, *ot*, *ot*, 3 km, i got that optic (red dot)
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless (body drop)
scam some racks, i’m a f*cking con artist

[verse 1]
i*, i*, i put the axe straight to his knee and leave him limping
sh*, shut your mouth because i’m quick to make decisi*, i*, i*
so many f*cking guns, you’d think i’m on a mission
a*, a*, and i just spent like 20 racks on ammunition
fi*, fi*, five*seven, five*seven, five*seven, five*seven
5 second detonation for the bomb that i threaten
bloodletter, bloodlеtter, bloodletter, bloodlеtter
blood flowing from his from his wrist, nah, he won’t ever get better
wake up, bl*, bl*, blood in my hands
break up, smash his skull in his head
face*f*ck, g*, g*, got your b*tch in my bed
mad p*ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
wake up, bl*, bl*, blood in my ha*, a*, a*, a*
break up, smash his skull in his head
face*f*ck, g*, g*, got your b*tch in my bed
mad p*ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
b*tch, i got shotty for my hobby of shooting heads
i got that strap up on my waist, shoot that f*ggot on his face
i walk with death
i’mma pray to f*cking god, k!ll that boy, and then k!ll myself
put his body*, y*, in a box, and put that body somewhere else
on a k!ll streak, so k!ll me, i need the release
grinding my t**th, run your mouth, it’s my pet peeve
only see green, all this weed, heavy smoking
got the munchies, i might feast on some dead meat
[bridge]
got my gun c*cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c*cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c*cked, put a bullet in his head
g*, g*, got my gun c*cked, leave that motherf*cker dead, yuh

[verse 2]
genocide, i might grab that f*ckin’ knife
bio*lab, dissect his eye, comply, or face demise, you’ll die, that’s right
he wanna f*ckin’ fight, pull up, then leave it with his life
b*tch, my doors like suicide, i’ll clip his wings, now he can’t fly, b*tch

[outro]
g*, g*, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my consci*, i*
l*, l*, long sho*, o*, *ot, 3 km, i got that optic*, *ti*, *ti*
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless*, e*, e*, e*
scam some racks, i’m a f*cking con arti*

- vfk lyrics

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