fukk dis life bruu *67 (USA)
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[Intro]
*67 in the cut, now these niggas silent
You be bleedin' red cells, I be bleedin' violet (Hahaha!)
Do not put him in the booth, I be gettin' violent
In the crib, smokin' boof, and it look Irish
Put a opp in the trash, duct tape his— #GREED, hahahaha!
Bitches love BVK
[Verse]
*67 in the cut, now these niggas silent
You be bleedin' red cells, I be bleedin' violet
Do not put him in the booth, I be gettin' violent
In the crib, smokin' boof, and it look Irish
Put a opp in the trash, duct tape his eyelids
Slap a bitch, hoe why you cryin'?
Life ain't shit, why these niggas tryin'?
Fuck a job, gettin' rich off rhymin'
*67 in the cut, now these niggas silent
You be bleedin' red cells, I be bleedin' violet (Hahaha!)
Do not put him in the booth, I be gettin' violent
In the crib, smokin' boof, and it look Irish
Put a opp in the trash, duct tape his— #GREED, hahahaha!
Bitches love BVK
[Verse]
*67 in the cut, now these niggas silent
You be bleedin' red cells, I be bleedin' violet
Do not put him in the booth, I be gettin' violent
In the crib, smokin' boof, and it look Irish
Put a opp in the trash, duct tape his eyelids
Slap a bitch, hoe why you cryin'?
Life ain't shit, why these niggas tryin'?
Fuck a job, gettin' rich off rhymin'
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