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cryjaxx - damage lyrics

[intro: gentto’h]
brrr
uh
yeah
yeah
ahh

[verse 1: gentto’h]
kur un gjuj per ty fatal, futem n’gjak shum venal, venal
s’dona mu ba shum b+n+l, shawty bo skena skandal, skandal
louvre, paris kur fol i kris they be askin’ who this, who this?
young g so violent, i k!ll a beat si desiigner

shqipet folin prej thailand
pare t’zeza pri gangland
dem albos the gang gang
t’fala dajve ti snitch man

no time for a kiss, i’m chasin’ a mill
all of these hoes, they suckin’ my d+ck
quick, i got no love for a b+tch, nah

[bridge: gentto’h]
kallxona bre ti
ku ke pa ti rrezik?
kallxona bre ti
si me ba pare quick?
[chorus: gentto’h]
kallxona bre ti
ku ke pa ti rrezik?
kallxona bre ti
si me ba pare quick?

kallxona bre ti
ku ke pa ti rrezik?
kallxona brе ti
si me ba pare quick?

t’kallxoj une ty
ça domеthan rrezik
t’kallxoj une ty
ça domethan rrezik, b+tch

kallxona bre ti
ku ke pa ti rrezik?
kallxona bre ti
si me ba pare quick?

[verse 2: vkay]
them man best behave
when i hit that block
shanks out when i tackle them opps
if you wanna come for the battle
9 out of 10 times you’ll end up in a box
talk ain’t cheap when you’re put on the spot
red dot for the head top (pop)
go for the tick when i check that clock
your girl wants d+ck so i pull out my c+ck
my man wants a box, keys
not the ones that go in locks, he’s
asking for a block of weed
smoke that ammy and cheese
cryjaxx ballied and armored up
albos ready to ignite that punk
back out the ting like i don’t give a f+ck
and aim at the heads of fathers sons

[verse 3: tsav & vkay]
them man know vkay’s savage
tsav, come through with the damage
damage, limbs, and skid in the carriage
make man disappear, man vanish
poof, mans gone from the planet
big wap on deck and you know that i brang it
brang it, roll man’s head and hang it
bang that ting it goes back in the jacket

[verse 4: tsav]
if i rise it, it’s a mayday
and i’m flipping these packs till it’s payday
but if i back my sword, it’s a zed k
no bally gloves, but you know that i still game
big 22 up on my rib cage
but i gotta put another on a shirt
and i bang that dirt and i put it in reverse
make man do it, disperse
and i ain’t really inna that banter, no
and sh+t can get fizzy like fanta
and you can get pop like a schnapple
all of my hearts in this tackle
and you can get smoked no jackie
red dot up in his head like a yawn
and i f+cked that b+tch, i could do it in my bally
she’s tryna go hop in this cabbie (cabbie)

[outro: gentto’h]
kallxona bre ti
ku ke pa ti rrezik
kallxona bre ti
si me ba pare quick

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