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Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Like if I'm there in like-like twenty-four hours left This-this is just a joke Fuck these sensitive ass niggas, look The visions of wantin' to die, I looked the Devil in eye Suicide all on my mind, I might not make it This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise I got the Devil inside, I might not make it If I only had twenty-four hours left, I'd be harassin' the youth Kidnap Trump and Ghost Rider, let 'em crash in the coupe I'd have sex with Lori, Rihanna, a Kardashian too Might just fuck everybody like Kardashians do I muck duck tape some City Girls and roll through the city They scream, "Periodt" with period blood all over their titties Pop a pill or knocked up, they got us rollin' more I fuck 'em on a lil' boat since he wrote it for him Fucked that stallion in the stable, bend Meg all over the table She screamin' out, "Drive the boat" while I'm tryna drive her disable I leak all the Dot music, Rock music if I'm able Top call, I laugh at him, scream, "I'm the best in the label!" I shoot every single fan in the stomach that leave a comment "When Zay album comin'?" It come when it come, nigga I might make these old niggas stop hatin' on young niggas I might kill every rapper fakin' to be a thug nigga Letras de canciones The visions of wantin' to die, I looked the Devil in eye Suicide all on my mind, I might not make it This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise I got the Devil inside, I might not make it The visions of wantin' to die, I looked the Devil in eye Suicide all on my mind, I might not make it This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise I got the Devil inside, I might not make it Drink a bottle of wine with Ari Lennox on some linen sheets Rub her down with shea, but the vocals make the sex elite I make her do scissor with SZA, I be watchin', record (And action!) Marry Khloe in Vegas, give her cock, then divorce her I fuck Mike Persons wife, sperm swimmin' through, coursin' And punch her dead in the stomach, and give that bitch an abortion I take every rapper screamin' mental health to sell records Torture they kids until they all sufferin' from depression Break Tekashi out of prison and drop him in the Nine Treys Take a walk with Summer Walker down a homeless block in LA Hit Cozz phone and tell him Top finna be pullin' up As soon as he go to rob him, we gon' set that nigga up (Yeah, gimme the keys, nigga) And tell Lori Harvey to sit on my face while I keep her balanced Maybe not, 'cause she done been with more rappers than DJ Khaled (Another one) I swear, if I only have one more day Rewind the clock and turn West into the old Kanye The visions of wantin' to die, I looked the Devil in eye (Hahaha) Suicide all on my mind, I might not make it (I'm just kidding) This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise I got the Devil inside (I'm serious right now) I might not make it (I'm just kidding) The visions of wantin' to die, I looked the Devil in eye Suicide all on my mind, I might not make it (I might not have) This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise I got the Devil inside, I might not make it Everybody, everybody just so like, why so serious? Hahaha, why? Is this camera on me? That's stupid guys, like, hahaha Yeah From Letras Mania