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exle - bick and dalls lyrics

[verse]
i bet you f+ckin’ know ’bout my curse
spit a f+ckin’ verse and leave you in a he+rs+
they say sh+t gets better but it’s worse
the clip gonin’ be stuck to ya body like a spur
then you gonna be gone, quick in a blur yeah
20 f+ckin’ rounds, bodies drop to the ground
lost but never found
wrist slit, suicide whips on a night trip
i don’t fight sh+t, let my blade’s sharp tip take you off the radar
bye blimps, yeah uh
feelin’ conflict like a convict, john wick
quick with a thick d+ck stick and i pop two shots, lay you down like a brick
you deserve that sh+t because you a f+ckin’ pr+ck b+tch, yeah
i’m in the cut now, wondering how
my feet off the ground and my head in the clouds yeah yeah
they say you’d never make it, but look at me now
bread on my table and finna chow down yeah
i’m the f+ckin devil don’t you know
creep up in your mind and make you go splat, goodnight god d+mn
finna sign, my soul so f+ck you
i’m in control yeah
(i’m a demon)
(f+ck you, f+ck you, f+ck you, f+ck you, f+ck you)

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