deadsoulsrevival - daturahill lyrics
[intro: xxxtentacion]
a f*ck n*gga paid (b*tch) take your work and flex (okay)
runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n*n*n*n*net
[bridge: xxxtentacion]
ayy, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah, okay
808 mafia!
[verse: xxxtentacion]
f*ck n*gga, all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me (yeah)
i*i tend to nut on the face of my ene*nemies (okay)
rather be dead than migrate my vicinity (yeah)
did fight that p*ssy, b*tch, we call that frenemies (okay)
dark abyss, cold night (okay), cr*cr*cracked skull with a cold pipe (yeah)
p*ssy n*gga, show no fright, a*aw sh*t, you not a goat right? (yeah)
x so cold, ayy, b*tch so woke (f*ck n*gga)
wrist don’t froze (okay), b*tch, don’t fol*fol*fol*fold (yeah)
f*ck n*gga choke (okay), that pistol f*ckin’ blow (yeah, yeah)
a ratchet with the stick, (okay) my n*ggas at your throat
(yeah, yeah, 808 mafia!) a f*ck n*gga paid (b*tch)
take your work and flex (okay) runnin’ up a check (yeah)
i rob, received a n*n*n*n*et (yeah), my b*tch suck water to your set (mm)
to front you for the se* (mm), but then she sucked that f*ckin’ d*ck
boy, she finessed you for your ch*check (okay, yeah)
talk*talk*talkin’ all that f*ckin’ sh*t, you wasn’t ’bout it (you wasn’t)
i sn*tch up lily, take a pic of that b*tch suckin’ (the way she doin’)
four deep, bed she*she*she, skeet stains on her knees (okay, okay)
i make your b*tch recite a script just like she makin’ a movie
[outro: xxxtentacion]
god d*mn, f*ck, oh, oh, oh, yeah, money ho (b*tch)
money bag b*tch (okay), monkey bag ho (yeah)
monkey bag, f*ck n*gga
yeah, lil’ b*tch, yes, lil’ b*tch, yes
lil’ b*tch, ayy, 808 mafia!
f*ck n*gga (ayy)
[bridge: daturahill]
i*i be f*ckin’ on yo’ b*tch with my d*ck up in her guts
i be bustin’ o*on her face, she a f*cking disgrace
the way she moves up that pole, we gon’ catch her out the door
we gon put them lips to use, she a good mop for my nut
[verse: daturahill]
you gon’ bring a tec to a fight, what a p*ssy, yeah
you not a soldier, you a b*tch, yo’ mama raised a ho
coun*coun*counterfeit money and guns, you not really with the sh*ts
turn off that garbage sh*t music, this sh*t is k!llin’ my ears
i never plan on these opps, their downfall is comin’ soon
rotten gums, crumblin caricature and putrid souls
got so much money, i wipe my ass with it, i said enough
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