garden of these dead bodies - nikkateen lyrics
garden of these dead bodies lyrics
[intro]
(делит на бите, сука)
[hook: danni perco]
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
all they faces f*cked up cuz my red bugatti
these n*ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
i’m an s*tier shooter, b*tch i’m shredding lobbies
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
i end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies
i get bad b*tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
s*x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[verse 1: danni perco]
welcome to the afterlife, say what’s up to hades
you learn to be a p*ssy n*gga if you tryna learn to hate me
cut you with a b*tter knife, torture til’ you crazy
if you want me more the four days a week, then you gotta pay me
i’m not your therapist, i’m here to make you p*ssed
and that’s exactly why i’m never gon’ be delicate
you say i’m arrogant when i’m just elegant
i can’t be blamed when your hate makes me intelligent
[hook: danni perco]
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
all they faces f*cked up cuz my red bugatti
these n*ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
i’m an s*tier shooter, b*tch i’m shredding lobbies
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
i end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies
i get bad b*tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
s*x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[verse 2: nikkateen]
i been droppin’ bodies almost every single day
i mow down any n*gga without a doubt, ain’t no delay
you ain’t no competition for me, i ain’t got much to say
how the f*ck you hate me then stay chillin’ wit’ copy ‘n pastes, uh
f*ck all you clowns, uh
you n*ggas copying sounds, uh
can’t even stand your own ground, uh
so get the f*ck off my d*ck
you motherf*ckin’ b*tch
i stand all above you n*ggas, ain’t no f*ckin’ question
i won’t ever lose no sleep over you f*ckin’ peasants
i empty the clip
yo crew f*ckin dip
you p*ssy as sh*t
you quake at my presence, uh
[hook: danni perco & nikkateen]
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(all they faces f*cked up cuz my red bugatti)
these n*ggas hungry for my fade, but i ain’t fed n0body
(i’m an s*tier shooter, b*tch i’m shredding lobbies)
i’m tip*toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(i end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies)
i get bad b*tches, ain’t n0body else can cop these
(s*x, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies)
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