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​daturahill – deadsoulsrevival lyrics

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[intro: xxxtentacion]
a f+ck n+gga paid (b+tch) take your work and flex (okay)
runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n+n+n+n+net

[bridge: xxxtentacion]
ayy, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah, okay
808 mafia!

[verse: xxxtentacion]
f+ck n+gga, all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me (yeah)
i+i tend to nut on the face of my ene+nemies (okay)
rather be dead than migrate my vicinity (yeah)
did fight that p+ssy, b+tch, we call that frenemies (okay)
dark abyss, cold night (okay), cr+cr+cracked skull with a cold pipe (yeah)
p+ssy n+gga, show no fright, a+aw sh+t, you not a goat right? (yeah)
x so cold, ayy, b+tch so woke (f+ck n+gga)
wrist don’t froze (okay), b+tch, don’t fol+fol+fol+fold (yeah)
f+ck n+gga choke (okay), that pistol f+ckin’ blow (yeah, yeah)
a ratchet with the stick, (okay) my n+ggas at your throat
(yeah, yeah, 808 mafia!) a f+ck n+gga paid (b+tch)
take your work and flex (okay) runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n+n+n+n+et (yeah), my b+tch suck water to your set (mm)
to front you for the se+ (mm), but then she sucked that f+ckin’ d+ck
boy, she finessed you for your ch+check (okay, yeah)
talk+talk+talkin’ all that f+ckin’ sh+t, you wasn’t ’bout it (you wasn’t)
i sn+tch up lily, take a pic of that b+tch suckin’ (the way she doin’)
four deep, bed she+she+she, skeet stains on her knees (okay, okay)
i make your b+tch recite a script just like she makin’ a movie
[outro: xxxtentacion]
god d+mn, f+ck, oh, oh, oh, yeah, money ho (b+tch)
money bag b+tch (okay), monkey bag ho (yeah)
monkey bag, f+ck n+gga
yeah, lil’ b+tch, yes, lil’ b+tch, yes
lil’ b+tch, ayy, 808 mafia!
f+ck n+gga (ayy)

[bridge: daturahill]
i+i be f+ckin’ on yo’ b+tch with my d+ck up in her guts
i be bustin’ o+on her face, she a f+cking disgrace
the way she moves up that pole, we gon’ catch her out the door
we gon put them lips to use, she a good mop for my nut

[verse: daturahill]
you gon’ bring a tec to a fight, what a p+ssy, yeah
you not a soldier, you a b+tch, yo’ mama raised a ho
coun+coun+counterfeit money and guns, you not really with the sh+ts
turn off that garbage sh+t music, this sh+t is k!llin’ my ears
i never plan on these opps, their downfall is comin’ soon
rotten gums, crumblin caricature and putrid souls
got so much money, i wipe my ass with it, i said enough



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