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nikko - deathnote lyrics

make everything really loud, like loud as f-ck
tell me, why she hatin on the kids?
[?] up on my d-ck (really?)

[hook]
n-gg- this my deathnote, f-ck that
i ain’t scared to die don’t wear a vest bro
drop top, n-gg-s spillin blood [?]
on the block, you can run it high you can’t rest though
k!ll them boys, i ain’t satisfied cuz this my
n-gg- this my deathnote, f-ck that
i ain’t scared to die don’t wear a vest bro
drop top, n-gg-s spillin blood [?]
on the block, you can run it high you can’t rest though
k!ll them boys, i ain’t satisfied cuz this my

[verse:amac]
rock slow, who are you cuz i forgot hoe
merc up in the mosh no suicide i leave a deathnote
i take a 20 to the nostril
i’m going for your head don’t give a f-ck about your vest bro
aye, i’ma scr-pe the skin off my face
slash triple six on my wrist
some people think i pray triple six
but he don’t like the things that i did

[verse;nikko]
you a opp, on the cut, n-gg- you a hoe too
posted by my lone i get to thinkin what that po do
n-gg- you’s a snitch i see your blood your daddy fold too
n-gg- run up on me lose his skin i thought i told you
young and getting bl–dy over money like i’m posed to
n-gg-s b-tches on me feed em nut just like its whole foods
f-ck your life n-gg-
f-ck your life f-ck oh no you don’t wanna fight
you’s a [?] like a dike, lookin like somebodies wife
pull up on a n-gg- make em sh-t lika a diaper 40 proly motor bite
pull up on a n-gg- real life kinda typer, shoot the p-ssy dead on sight
f-ck the p-ssy leave em jealous and tight
call the cops, you so scared for your life
slit throat wet the cement like a desert eagle bet that teca nina gon bite, b-tch

[hook]
n-gg- this my deathnote, f-ck that
i ain’t scared of god don’t wear a vest bro
drop top, n-gg-s spillin blood [?]
on the block, you can run it high you can’t rest though
k!ll em boys, i ain’t satisfied cuz this my
n-gg- this my deathnote, f-ck that
i ain’t scared to die don’t wear a vest bro
drop top, n-gg-s spillin blood [?]
on the block, you can run it high you can’t rest though
k!ll em boys, i ain’t satisfied cuz this my
death note, this my death note n-gg-

- nikko lyrics

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