
Shadows on the Curtain Ill $ilva (Ft. Dank $inatra & Wavy Jone$)
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[Verse 1: Dank $inatra]
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[Chorus: Ill $ilva]
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
I got blood on my t-shirt, your bitch in my dungeon
Lean on my blunt, three hoes, I be fucking
I'm right around town with a pound in the console
Swag so rare, got me looking like a fossil
All these pussies love me, they follow like apostles
I've been on my shit, gеtting money since a toddler
Bеat the pussy up, so she calling me a father
We blown up, global, balling like a trotter
[Chorus: Ill $ilva]
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
[?]
[Chorus: Ill $ilva]
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
I got blood on my t-shirt, your bitch in my dungeon
Lean on my blunt, three hoes, I be fucking
I'm right around town with a pound in the console
Swag so rare, got me looking like a fossil
All these pussies love me, they follow like apostles
I've been on my shit, gеtting money since a toddler
Bеat the pussy up, so she calling me a father
We blown up, global, balling like a trotter
[Chorus: Ill $ilva]
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
Sold my soul to the afterlife
Demons around, all the time
Darkness surrounds as we multiply
So Imma sip lean till the end of time
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