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gxner. - scorched lyrics

[intro]
stranded
you’re a goner!

[pre+chorus: gxner.]
this choppa gonna bang, it take your exhale
and you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
sniper really on yo’ head like some pigtails (yeah)
sniper really leave him dead, he get bl!cked there

[chorus: gxner.]
watch my mental fade to grey, hate myself, i’m not okay
got a pistol in my right, in the left i got a shank
and he talkin’ all online like i don’t know where he stay (yeah)
if he really got a problеm make his shoulder dislocate (yеah)
[verse 1: gxner.]
we leave him stranded
we gon’ cut his arms off, bro gon’ need a bandage
i’ma leave him paralyzed, ho, i cannot stand him
lock on aim like a tattoo, ho, we got him branded
all i’m feelin’ is the jet lag, ho, i just landed
i’m inside of your place, cut the power
we make his body drop dead, twin towers
sticks on me, got sticks on me, you’ll meet your final hours
gl!ck on me there’s 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

[verse 2: yaux]
body scorched, yuh, i’ma leave ’em torched, yuh, yuh
sight distort, yuh, blood spill out in quarts
show you to my bas+m+nt, i’ma take you on a tour
blade up to your throat, i know it hurts, i’m wanting more
dumb hoe, what you want though? i can be your final breath, ugh
p+ssy you a rookie, i can smoke you like some meth, ugh
switch up like a tassel, your sh+t stink just like an assh0l+
suck me up like it a blackhole, she can fit like all my length, ugh
been with the sh+t so long, got me toxic
you don’t got the key, lil’ b+tch need a lock pick
smoking on cat p+ss, you got that dog sh+t
knocking on your backdoor, b+tch, you better lock it
i gave her d so she call me professor
i’m like a diamond, i’m good under pressure
b+tch, i’m a god so i’m changing the weather
hop in the pit, i’m still wearing a sweater
[chorus: gxner.]
watch my mental fade to grey, hate myself i’m not okay
gotta pistol in my right, in the left i got a shank
and he talkin’ all online like i don’t know where he stay (yeah)
if he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate (yeah)

[verse 3: guap sensei]
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[verse 4: bissiboi]
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