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You die, motherfucker (Players never die) Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick) Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash) Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life You die, motherfucker Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life You die, motherfucker (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy) Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon Smash her like I'm Ganondorf All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports Fuckboy on my dick, wants a pic, go 'head and tag the dork Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip F-F-Fuck her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it Blanco always faded likе a motherfuckin' poke n' stick Ready to snatch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss I'm smoking bliss, turn a fuckboy into mist Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist Tighten up my fuckin fist, Blanco never fuckin' miss Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach All these crystals on my bitch Align her chakras while we fuckin', rearranging all her plumbing Letras de cancionesAll these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey *59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie Always bring the storm, yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life You die, motherfucker (Wetto) Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the marijuana It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch wait Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin' Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker "Last offer", hear the Devil talkin' to me often Fuck a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign Wetto Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life You die, motherfucker Fuck that From Letras Mania