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lirik lagu 2nd in command – hit list

intro (2nd):

ever known a b~tch who only want you for your wallet?
ever known a man that you can’t picture being honest?
ever known somebody off twenty whatchamacallits
f~ck it, i’m tired of stalling~ let it all burn down, i~

chorus (2nd):

i’m tired of treating bullsh~t like no big deal
i’m tired of your f~cking “peace and roses” schpeel
you’re the oldest heel, yet its your mind games
i ain’t trusting a b~tch, never again, no way
i’m not sorry, not even hardly
the last thing my scars need is letting you disarm me
ain’t sorry to anybody, this bottle calls me
i’d rather be alone than be next on your hitlist

verse 1 (rpd):

better get running and hide yup
for i’m coming and giving the rhymes yup
you can love or hate on the guy yup
don’t believe in anyones lies yup
so many wanting you punished over literally nothing after seeing you flying a jet
get burnt by my permanent fire breath
on purpose, we serving a liars death yup
with no trust i don’t f~ck people that don’t get this sickness wicked, making em all sh~t bricks
eddie put me on for everybody to listen now
look at a native coming off vicious yup
sorry if it seems i don’t give a f~ck, just out here minding my own business
i ain’t tryna be caught up in bullsh~t, i ain’t tryna be next on your hit list!

chorus (2nd):

verse 2 (2nd):

we’re the type that if you hurt a brother, you get brutalized
treat her badly, b~tch, she loved you madly, you get scrutinized
don’t even need to say it~ cut her too much, we get flaying
on your ass we’re super sayain~ on sight, mother f~cker
really kind of in the mood to beat down a mother f~cker
to find you, i would burn the whole town, mother f~cker
and miles away, they could hear your sounds, mother f~cker
you hurt the ones i love, you’re in the ground, mother f~cker
i do violent altercations~ send a text bout where you’re stationed
go ahead and dig two graves, cuz i ain’t coming back til days end
pick a god and start your praying, send you to the sky~ i’m carl sagan
should’ve thought about your words before you f~cked with me you son of a b~tch!~

outro (voicemail):

chill out, man~ it’s not that big of a deal

- lirik lagu 2nd in command

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