SADFRIENDD - Odeio

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Introduction: I really don’t see that y’all even tried
I steal from the roof, from you dying
Hush, but I’m goin’ with the death to fuckin’ drive it
I don’t really like you
I really wanna watch you die to death
And I’ma break your fuckin’ head bitch
Grab your neck and I’ma squeeze it till it break, bitch
Talk your clips, leave your body what you came with (Wait, wait)
I’ma spin your block, I’ma shoot it, what you came with
Flood the block, and finna stop your fuckin’ heartbeat
Glock is out, I’ma turn ya body to the dirt, meet
In the road, and tryna whip your fucking shirt beat
It was just a bitch, and I’m stackin’ with the perking

Verse 1: I don’t care if you gettin’ holes on the dance side
Block all my teammates, and I’m cleaning his chest sides
Virus in ten minutes, shootin’ at your mens
2020, throwing shit, mothafucka
All of the talkin’, you ain’t talkin’ much about
When I was talkin’ that shit, then I ain’t really worry bout
Ask the smoke, then you ain’t really fuckin’ bout
And I’m spreading your mouth
You mothafucka could you please shut the fuck up
Run up on me, you then get (?)
You wanna die, then you could try now
Spinning your block until lights out
Mothafuckas can’t suck my cum up
Like a Glock, on my waist, like a hunnid in the summer
Bad bitch on me tryna burn the gas out like a hummer
Bad bitch at the crib with a hunnid, with a runner
Fire ya block and I finna shoot until I run up
Your mouth, you mothafucka, could you please shut the fuck up
Run up on me, you get (?)
You wanna die, then you could try now
Spinning your block until lights out
Mothafuckas can’t suck my cum up
Like a Glock, on my waist, like a hunnids in the summer
Bad bitch on me tryna burn the gas out like a hummer
Bad bitch at the crib with a hunnid, with a-
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Outro ★ Sadfriendd ★:
Death to the weak, mothafuckas wanna battle, we can do it every week
If you really wanna try, leave your body in the street
Everybody ceases of the time, have you been to fuckin’ (?)
Won’t you get it? You mothafuckas pathetic
I want death to mothafuckas, that none are (?)
When you were talkin’ on my name, I was sellin’ a (?)
And you see me oppressing it, and you’ll fucking regret it

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