horror

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jaydes - Rap, USA

horror

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[Intro] Put this pistol in his face I made lil' bruh do lemonade I put this pistol in her face I forgot, count my shit twice Chiefin' whole lotta runtz, I'm fried She say, "Haha, let's get high" Like Bianca and Ye, ha Say, "Haha, let's get high" Now my new bitch rockin' death 'cause my coupe so fucking— (You have no hear—) [Bridge] Ayy, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, huh Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, ooh (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, huh Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, huh [Verse] Ayy, ho, we just fuckin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) I'm not wit' that cuffin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) 10K, so y'all love it (Yeah-yeah-yeah) FN-6 gon' spit and then I turn y'all into nothin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) You might owe me somethin' You might owe me somethin' Never when you wit' me (Ayy), do you drown in assumptions Drown in assumptions, drown in assumptions, drown in assumptions Yeah, yeah, Louis V Duffel, like it cost nothin' Wockhardt's in yo' coffee Yeah, haha, funny Tell them bring yo'— tell them bring yo' plates, yeah, yeah Boy, you dummy Stay up in yo' lane, yeah yeah All that money, I like where that stay Put this pistol in his face I made lil' bruh do lemonade I put this pistol in her face I forgot, count my shit twice Chiefin' whole lotta runtz, I'm fried She say, "Haha, let's get high" Like Bianca and Ye, ha Say, "Haha, let's get high" Now my new bitch rockin' death 'Cause my coupe so fucking damn high or some shit [Break] You have no heart, you have no heart Yeah, ayy, 'cause my coupe so fucking damn high or some shit (You have no heart) Ayy, yeah, ayy (Bleh) Probably gon' listen to me when you dying and shit (You have no heart) Ayy, yeah, ayy None of you niggas know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga (You have no—) None of you niggas know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga Ayy, yeah, ayy It's a lot of shit I can't even really talk 'bout nigga, ayy, yeah, ayy (For real) That's why I'm recordin', I'm not even fuckin' talkin' loud, nigga (I'm just listening to myself talk right now, bro) I can't even fuck with these niggas cause they talk a lot, nigga Yeah, yeah, ayy You just gon' listen to me when you dying and shit [Outro] Ayy, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, huh, ayy, huh Ayy, ho, we just fuckin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) I'm not wit' that cuffin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) 10K, so y'all love it— love her (Yeah-yeah-yeah) FN-6 gon' spit and then I turn y'all into nothin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah) You might owe me somethin' You might owe me somethin' Never when you wit' me (Ayy), do you drown in assumptions Drown in assumptions, drown in assumptions, drown in assumptions Yeah, yeah, Louis V Duffel, like it cost nothin' Wockhardt's in yo' coffee Yeah, haha, funny Tell them bring yo'— tell them bring yo'—

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  • jaydes