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delcada & sleepingforyears - thoughts of a deviant lyrics

[intro: sleepingforyears]
run up in a n+ggas house, commit a homicide
tryna run up in that school, turn that sh+t to columbine
yeah you—
yeah
f+ck ass n+gga

[verse 1: sleepingforyears]
tryna see all these p+ssy ass n+ggas die
tryna run up in a n+ggas house, commit a homicide
tryna run up in that school, turn that sh+t to columbine
yeah, you know what’s up, all my n+ggas getting fried
we don’t give a f+ck about no b+tch… or a god
we don’t care about n0body, b+tch, i’m tryna catch a body, b+tch
you already know what’s up, yeah, i did that b+tch, slimy b+tch
you made her suck a d+ck, never called her back
you already know, man, these p+ssy n+ggas f+cking whack
f+cking trash, always talking down, needs to throw that music in the trash
n+ggas making generic ass sh+t, talking ’bout they getting bags
f+ck n+gga, all on my d+ck need to stop me in a [?]
lane switching ass n+ggas tryna act like they was rocking with the game
but now i’m like, “wherе they at?” now they talkin’ down
hey yo, hold up, that n+gga bmg, i catch that f+ck n+gga
you know what’s gonna happеn n+gga? r.i.p
frill ass white n+ggas livin’ in the f+ckin’ suburbs talkin’ down
you already know, these n+ggas clowns, i don’t play around
pull up to your town, it’s off the dome, i don’t give a f+ck
you know we gettin’ buck, my n+gga [?]
leave a n+gga stuck, light a n+gga up just like a lamp
smoking good gas, my n+ggas in the cut
smoking down you’s a b+tch ass n+gga
tryna see all these p+ssy ass n+ggas die
tryna run up in a n+ggas house, commit a homicide
[verse 2: delcada]
tryna f+ck, tryna make you bleed, tryna make you cry
i’ll leave that b+tch diseased and stab her ’til she die, oh
you want some sympathy but i don’t got the f+cking time
i’m just tryna f+cking cum [?] crystal ice
you do it sh+t, i won’t regret pray that it won’t catch up
i know that i could change but i do not give a f+ck
catch your kiss then freeze, stay, care for escape but break
let some b+tches want me dead but i’ll just keep running away
tryna f+ck, tryna make you bleed, tryna make you cry
i’ll leave that b+tch diseased and stab her ’til she die

- delcada sleepingforyears lyrics

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