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kylof söze - dark lyrics

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[chorus: kylof söze]
yeah i’m back in the pocket
all these b+tches wanna stop it
but it’s money coming in
dripping water like a faucet finna profit
f+ck the gossip hit the bank and make deposit
fifteen rounds inside this glocky got my clip up in [?]
got these b+tches playin hockey how they slippin up
push you in the mud
it’s like the sh+t inside a double cup
lord know i’m in the cut
got your b+tch i’m in her guts in a rush
tired of the underground, swear this sh+t
i’ve had enough

[verse 1: kylof söze]
grab a beat söze know n0body b+tches
beat the p+ssy of a step and put a body full of stitches
söze movin like a robot how this body full of glitchеs
f+ck your favorite artist
söze up on evеrybody wishlist
this sh+t how i finna do em dirty
like a diaper i’m the sh+t that got me clips holdin 30
hit the line throw it down b+tch
i been ballin like i’m curry music poppin every day
you know the homie never worry, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
finna chop it up homie know i never tell a lie
if a p+ssy crossed his fam send that up to the sky
if a k!ller wannt smoke i guess a k!ller finna die
söze with the sauces people always wonder why
oh my god i’m just doing my thing
got money so tall, that b+tch yeah i’m in
no i’ll never fall, rockstar, like [?] in my bling
like fergie, let that b+tch sing let it go
i know your ears ring like gearson’s
they don’t wanna test me
i’ve been sayin it’s a fear thing i got myself a glocky
i’ve been shooting while steering
opps dissapearing f+cking around with söze
that’s death what’s your nearing
don’t get change of heart söze been the best
finna change the art
talking tough i know you p+ssy
don’t really play the part
i ain’t really play the game
you and me is way apart
claim that boy a real k!ller
make his f+cking vision dark
[chorus: kylof söze]
yeah i’m back in the pocket
all these b+tches wanna stop it
but it’s money coming in
dripping water like a faucet finna profit
f+ck the gossip hit the bank and make deposit
fifteen rounds inside this glocky got my clip up in [?]
got these b+tches playin hockey how they slippin up
push you in the mud
it’s like the sh+t inside a double cup
lord know i’m in the cut
got your b+tch i’m in her guts in a rush
tired of the underground, swear this sh+t
i’ve had enough

[verse 2: mvko]
had enough f+ck these motherf+ckers i’ma load it up
i’ma catch a body if not before i sober up
surrounded by heathens
i’m used to talking with demons
chopper gonna blow you to pieces
i thought i told you i don’t give a f+ck
altering our being with the sh+t we devour
we’re losing sight of our conscious
victims and slaves under power
closing your eyes you follow blind
and take a leap from the tower
we’re lost in the void destroyed yeah, the zero hour
i’ll always wear a mask i’m never catching a case
i got your girl at my crib, i’m bout to cum on her face
know i’m always smokin strong
and make you think that it’s laced
i’ve always been an outcast, b+tch
i’m feelin misplaced i’ma grab your bones and set them in
i’m lackin sentiment it’s evident you’re hating on me
cause you are irrelevant i’m in my element
i k!ll this sh+t like i’m a specialist
i see you as a deficit, they see me as a definite
[chorus: kylof söze]
yeah i’m back in the pocket
all these b+tches wanna stop it
but it’s money coming in
dripping water like a faucet finna profit
f+ck the gossip hit the bank and make deposit
fifteen rounds inside this glocky got my clip up in [?]
got these b+tches playin hockey how they slippin up
push you in the mud
it’s like the sh+t inside a double cup
lord know i’m in the cut
got your b+tch i’m in her guts in a rush
tired of the underground, swear this sh+t
i’ve had enough



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