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seddythegod - no hooks lyrics

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lately i just want the rush
i’m craving for some blood
lately i just been so f+cked that i’m attempted by the drugs
trying to control my anger. lately man i know i’m f+ckin up
got a new b+tch. swear she save me i was craving for some love

n+ggas always sending texts but they never sending shots
i send my n+gga and rob you like n+gga give me what you got
n+ggas always f+cking talkin but then they go against the plot
how the f+ck you got location and you ain’t hit the spot

n+gga said what? n+gga you gone shoot who?
n+ggas know that i don’t play like that. i’ll heat him like some food

n+ggas know i hate you you you
if i catch him they gone have to find his body like it’s blues clues

n+ggas know that i be drilling n+gga
i be really wit em
they say i don’t look like no k!ller n+gga
i’m a psychopathic ripper

tired of b+tches asking me how i’m feeling
b+tch i’m not okay
tired of b+tches all up in my face
like b+tch i need my sp+ce
everybody hitting my phone but i just like it rang like that
homie talm bout therapy but i can’t explain my pain like that
i’ll rather leave em bleeding on the roof and make it rain like that
fazo told me focus on the money. we gone make it stack

f+ck that
i k!ll him then i run back
know i ain’t gone be satisfied till he pinned up on them thumb tacks
know seddy he get crazy bout that sh+t that make you buss back
so i gotta leave him dead and let the boys smoke all on his loud pack
i don’t know the meaning of a fallback

too many scars up it body so now i bring the smoke
got new demons in my head so i can’t let it go
i’m so f+cked i’m gone k!ll him then i’ll cry up at his funeral
gotta kiss his mama like godd+mn you raised a stupid hoe

i don’t even need my glock. i can take my hands and then rip his f+cking skull apart
you don’t speak down on my mans and i’ll make your f+cking soul depart
they looking they mans like godd+mn napoleon bonaparte
somebody should told that man how we’ll leave his ass blown apart

n+gga act up. better get them racks
he was talking tough until we crossed him then we got him clapped up
heard he a rat he on the phone ready to call for backup
we bagged him up and then left in the back of a trash truck

no hooks

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