Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
When i pull up you must bow down, you f*cking maggot
Yo momma told me to say sorry so excuse me faggot
Don't you ever try commin' up to me to say that i'm wrong
Cuz you know that you isn't right so stop tryna look strong (Cause i)
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You tryna make a mil for a meal
Selling dill off a deal
But don't you tryna f*ck with me
Cause imma f*ck with you times 2
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Bitching to the people, but you've never seen their trouble's
Talking shit bout people u don't know about and acting doubtful
Stuck up in this story, but its only made up glory
People wont and never listen to you, f*cking phoney
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Light it on your face, bow down and make you beg
Spit it on the fate, too late, cant escape
Turn around and you might see your grave
You cant crave, shut your eyelids with my black boots and make you rest
Now its in the past
So you think you can rest
Now its in the past
Did you think that I'd forget?
I wont rest, justice drives me like I'm mad
I can't rest couse i got blood on my hands
Ew
Kvmikvzx - Donk (feat. Keks) Lyrics
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Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
When i pull up you must bow down, you f*cking maggot
Yo momma told me to say sorry so excuse me faggot
Don't you ever try commin' up to me to say that i'm wrong
Cuz you know that you isn't right so stop tryna look strong (Cause i)
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You tryna make a mil for a meal
Selling dill off a deal
But don't you tryna f*ck with me
Cause imma f*ck with you times 2
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Bitching to the people, but you've never seen their trouble's
Talking shit bout people u don't know about and acting doubtful
Stuck up in this story, but its only made up glory
People wont and never listen to you, f*cking phoney
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Light it on your face, bow down and make you beg
Spit it on the fate, too late, cant escape
Turn around and you might see your grave
You cant crave, shut your eyelids with my black boots and make you rest
Now its in the past
So you think you can rest
Now its in the past
Did you think that I'd forget?
I wont rest, justice drives me like I'm mad
I can't rest couse i got blood on my hands
Ew
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
When i pull up you must bow down, you f*cking maggot
Yo momma told me to say sorry so excuse me faggot
Don't you ever try commin' up to me to say that i'm wrong
Cuz you know that you isn't right so stop tryna look strong (Cause i)
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You're a motherf*cking pleague
Your excuses f*cking vague
So when imma be done with you
You gon' end up in a grave
Got sick of this shit
But i ain't ready to quit
I'll just turn my back on you
Light a cigarette and spit
You tryna make a mil for a meal
Selling dill off a deal
But don't you tryna f*ck with me
Cause imma f*ck with you times 2
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Bitching to the people, but you've never seen their trouble's
Talking shit bout people u don't know about and acting doubtful
Stuck up in this story, but its only made up glory
People wont and never listen to you, f*cking phoney
Bitch im to the point where i can see your f*cking god
You are filthy f*cking trash, somebody need take you out
Light it on your face, bow down and make you beg
Spit it on the fate, too late, cant escape
Turn around and you might see your grave
You cant crave, shut your eyelids with my black boots and make you rest
Now its in the past
So you think you can rest
Now its in the past
Did you think that I'd forget?
I wont rest, justice drives me like I'm mad
I can't rest couse i got blood on my hands
Ew
Writer: Pirlogeanu Filip
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