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Yeah I'm not Tyga But I still am Tyga Ayy David Mr. Worldwide David Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 AM Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again I got a bloody-ass wrist, bloody-ass fits And if your shit not bloody, you can go and suck a dick Me and David hangin' out with demons in the crib Only getting bald fades 'cause we ballin' out this bitch Angels in my cup, demons pour me up King of Halloween, coked up in the club You was on a roll, now your grave is getting dug And if you don't fuck with David, I could never dap you up Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead Graveyard pack, smokе crack, 4 AM Hit the nightmare dance, all my friеnds are dead Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again (David) Letras de canciones All my friends are dead, Dead Kennedys (David) Hop up out the bed then I take some ketamine Feel like Soulja Boy, I hop up out the bed Cut you with a pencil, I'ma fill you up with lead I feel like the X-Files, scary shit, I'm not talking Ted I was too geeked up, I didn't hear what the fuck you said (David) Fuck her till she's screaming real loud, 'til I'm deaf 8 ball of coke, score the ball like the Mets Nitemare dance, move my arms from side to side I'm off drugs and she likes it when I lie I can't lose, if you win, it's just a tie I'm so fucking fancy, I'm not talking suit and tie Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 AM Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again David From Letras Mania