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lirik lagu vfk - conartist

[intro]
ohbats
let’s do this

[chorus]
g~, g~, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious
l~, l~, long sho~, o~, ~ot, 3 km, i got that optic~, ~ti~, ~ti~
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless~, e~, e~, e~
scam some racks, i’m a f~cking con artist (afk)
g~, g~, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious (f~ck off)
shot~, ~ot~, ~ot~, 3 km, i got that optic (red dot)
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless (body drop)
scam some racks, i’m a f~cking con artist

[verse 1]
i~, i~, i put the axe straight to his knee and leave him limping
sh~, shut your mouth because i’m quick to make decisi~, i~, i~
so many f~cking guns, you’d think i’m on a mission
a~, a~, and i just spent like 20 racks on ammunition
fi~, fi~, five~seven, five~seven, five~seven, five~seven
5 second detonation for the bomb that i threaten
bloodletter, bloodlеtter, bloodletter, bloodlеtter
blood flowing from his from his wrist, nah, he won’t ever get better
wake up, bl~, bl~, blood in my hands
break up, smash his skull in his head
face~f~ck, g~, g~, got your b~tch in my bed
mad p~ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
wake up, bl~, bl~, blood in my ha~, a~, a~, a~
break up, smash his skull in his head
face~f~ck, g~, g~, got your b~tch in my bed
mad p~ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
b~tch, i got shotty for my hobby of shooting heads
i got that strap up on my waist, shoot that f~ggot on his face
i walk with death
i’mma pray to f~cking god, k!ll that boy, and then k!ll myself
put his body~, y~, in a box, and put that body somewhere else
on a k!ll streak, so k!ll me, i need the release
grinding my t~~th, run your mouth, it’s my pet peeve
only see green, all this weed, heavy smoking
got the munchies, i might feast on some dead meat
[bridge]
got my gun c~cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c~cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c~cked, put a bullet in his head
g~, g~, got my gun c~cked, leave that motherf~cker dead, yuh

[verse 2]
genocide, i might grab that f~ckin’ knife
bio~lab, dissect his eye, comply, or face demise, you’ll die, that’s right
he wanna f~ckin’ fight, pull up, then leave it with his life
b~tch, my doors like suicide, i’ll clip his wings, now he can’t fly, b~tch

[outro]
g~, g~, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my consci~, i~
l~, l~, long sho~, o~, ~ot, 3 km, i got that optic~, ~ti~, ~ti~
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless~, e~, e~, e~
scam some racks, i’m a f~cking con arti~

- lirik lagu vfk

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