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filthy disease - n8f lyrics

[verse]
lay back, never lack, but the mess in my head
one shot left a wreck, two shots left you dead
still crept when i said, make a deal with my death
make a motherf*cking bond with my soul nothing left
like d*mn
i let it bang
i let the b*tches keep talkin they fans
i pop me a pill and i pop me a xan
you talkin that sh*t but i dont give a d*mn
relax never lack, five racks in my bag
still came with the mask, let it off thats a fact
f*ck a b*tch, and a b*tch, and a b*tch cuz she bad
yeah i hopped in the whip watch me drift going fast like…
(f*ck!)
i made a deal with thе devil its working for me
i cannot stop this im in it too deep
i can’t sleep til we bеat out this filthy disease

[verse 2]
pull up with the fourty clip, i stole ya b*tch, she on my d*ck
she wanna switch sides so we gone
so ima turn a ghost, i do the most, she want the smoke
i f*ck ya b*tch like she belong to me…
f*ck ya b*tch and give her back
you dont want the smoke lil boy its an act
in the whip all black
if you got a problem then you know where im at

- n8f lyrics

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