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Lyrics
[Verse] All you demons, all you rats Fuck your feelings, I been dying, my heart black Fuck you demons, fuck you rats Ain't a single fucking rapper that I back All my brothers do it better I don't take the label that you gave us, fucking never I heard all your music, motherfucker, it's whatever Please don't fucking talk, I'm still working on my temper Please don't fucking talk, I'm still working on my We get at your neck I don't call it passion, you working for a check (Check) Bitch, you ain't a threat Yes, I take my money, at least I got respect, yeah Y'all wanna know the problem? Money come in better when I'm fucking up my brain I got all my closest dead inside and I'm insane I could talk for hours, why the fuck should I explain? (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lil' fuckboy wanna talk, I don't wanna fight Bitch, I wanna- Closed casket for you, bitch, I'm not asking I'ma switch my fucking attitude to fucking deal with you Not fucking feeling you Drop him, bitch, it's overdue, huh [Outro] [?] (Yeah) We don't fuck with you (Yeah, yeah)
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- BLCKK