
devil cry Whitetrash (Ft. kurtains)
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[Intro: glaive]
Hi, Dopa, haha
slowsilver03
[Chorus: kurtains]
I been sellin' food just to get it by
I been feeling sad, make a devil cry
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
You know me too well, I be telling lies
Sneakin' behind my back, got me terrified
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
[Verse 1: whitetrash]
T-ta-talk shit to me, I'ma make a fist
And you know we're not in the same clique
Your silence speaks when you never did
I hate that you cling on to relevance
I been making bigger moves, but I keep it quiet
Hating everything I do, but you still deny it
You cannot hang with the crew, I get violent
We get mixed up in your queue, soarin' like a pilot
[Chorus: kurtains]
I been sellin' food just to get it by
I been feeling sad, make the devil cry
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
You know me too well, I be telling lies
Sneakin' behind my back, got me terrified
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
Hi, Dopa, haha
slowsilver03
[Chorus: kurtains]
I been sellin' food just to get it by
I been feeling sad, make a devil cry
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
You know me too well, I be telling lies
Sneakin' behind my back, got me terrified
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
[Verse 1: whitetrash]
T-ta-talk shit to me, I'ma make a fist
And you know we're not in the same clique
Your silence speaks when you never did
I hate that you cling on to relevance
I been making bigger moves, but I keep it quiet
Hating everything I do, but you still deny it
You cannot hang with the crew, I get violent
We get mixed up in your queue, soarin' like a pilot
[Chorus: kurtains]
I been sellin' food just to get it by
I been feeling sad, make the devil cry
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
You know me too well, I be telling lies
Sneakin' behind my back, got me terrified
Ten racks on some tennis shoes, wanna make it fast
Just know I don't fuck with you, you, yo-u-u
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