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lirik lagu b-ly & willfake - 321

[hook]
3 2 1, if you know that, you better run
f-ckin’ 3 2 1, we’re all the one that they make fun
if you ain’t done, soon that yourself they must and will hunt
hold down if you got 3 2 1, 3 2 1

[verse 1]
[b-ly]
they said, in the hall where the p-ssies called at
quit f-ckin’ playin’ games, morons, this ain’t a russian roulette
mental gets down singly when you show that ugly cold face
think you spit better than me, have my feelings fall back?
see these hoes act, what did the ghosts make?
now sightsee, no one’s lookin’ icy, mug the f-ck out, -ssume we were soulmates?
approach, pretend to coach, if i don’t, these wh0r-s sick of me
but i think they need a f-ckin’ colgate
right these beasts beat, sh-t and kick all over my comrades
applaud loudly when i caused, what i uploaded
scream out that we’re dope brats
throughout these stinking skunks hold bat, they would throw that till we’re low fat
bet i’ll hit’cha, evoke a godd-mn stampede

[willfake]
see them irate, spit with the f-ckin’ tirade
wicked like pirate, walk on the sidetrack
i think, “where is this shrine at?”
acting like primates, i’ll circ-msize twice your privates
put you all in a firetrap, pitch a godd-mn firebrand
pour a cold limeade on faces like a suck date
seek mistakes and they must ask
sick misstep, my fellas bite back
but these tigresses blame on us like it’s timeless
why act? i’ll stab their foreheads with the thumbtacks *screaming*
through diary, willfake’s right back
sh-t, i guess this is f-cking mirage

[hook]

[verse 2]
[b-ly]
we need f-ckin’ haircut, if the sh-t’s layout
i’m gonna stay hot to get their goat, bidin’ they wake up
smell the coffee and vomits i chuck up enough
choke ‘em up with the shoelaces twice
should i stumble her when she p-sses thrice?
that d-ck-sucking face is nice, b-tch
we loathe advise, is corpse of n-z-s risin’?
cerebral stints are full in my cerebellum, sea of the eggheads here
they turn cigarette to the lit rage, poking those bones
caused the goosebumps to my ribcage
in this age, hack and stalk my instagram page
yeah, we taunt y’all on stage
why can i be afraid of the p-ssyfooting kitties?
what we can fear with this f-ckin’ rampage

[willfake]
what the h-ll is the function of this dupping?
y’all better ponder the students ask for money with hands cupping
stop this f-cking tricking and mocking
when you are coming, no drift that we can catch
you count chicken before hatched
y’all indirectly dead as a doornail, i’m trapped in a cage
i stuck your mouth with the patch
then slap y’all with the latch
throw ethanol and a match (no!)
bury your corpses with an axe like boris
tell everyone these sh-ggy dog stories, yeah
b-tch, i think there are no sorries

[hook]

[verse 3]
[b-ly]
i’ma walk the chalk, talk the stalk, what the f-ck is in store ago?
a lot of chain gangs stand, a lot more celebratin’ won campaign with the champagne
punish ‘em singin’ stupid chants, that refrigerates my two backhands
we began to champ at the bit by chance, they issued a challenge in a heartbeat
let me suffice blatantly these problems, that’s a question to dewa that interrupts
and the crazed b-tterb-lls, salute, you have ambush then the face blush
but don’t think we are bluish, we can be angry as the bulls
so stop toyin’ us, bullies get bullets up in the lungs
y’all were straight, now guess what ended up the story
which will earn those sudden deaths?

[willfake]
this is the bad blood, i hate these mad dogs
i’m thirsty and fed-up, i couldn’t near lock&lock
i keep watching that clock, this is so long, h-ll punk
i got pins and needles when i stand up
with my b-lls too itchy till i grab c-ck?! *screaming*
i bang your head with the padlock, f-ck this badluck
do you wanna hear me yell “f-ck!”?
and call y’all the fat hogs?
no, b-tch, i’d rather hose high gloss enamels to these animals
i’m tired of being doormat, let’s change this f-cking format

[hook]

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