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by *67 (USA)
[Verse 1: *67]
I’m a real goth-real goth-real goth-real-real goth-real goth blood so my wrists stay bloody
I might turn her to a vamp, I'm so charming so she love me
*67 be so based, and that's why she wanna f*ck me
b*tch, I'm international, I’ma make it out the country
I'm in Russia, heard they love me
Sippin’ lean, it’s so bubbly
Broke my nose, it’s so runny
Bullets hit you in yo’ stummy
b*tch, I keep that Tommy tucked, leave him running to his mommy
n*gga got on that V-got on that V-got on that Vbone, man this n*gga is a dummy
Turn that n*gga to a lick, get the pack and now I'm runnin'
[Verse 2: Xhris2Eazy]
Posted up with sixty, got like 67 hoes, uh
Brodie keep that tool because we got a lot of foes, uh
Get up out my face 'cause I don't owе you nothin', uh
Tryna' act hard man, know that you bluffin'
My b*tch wearin' Ed Hardy, uh
You broke, you workin' at Arby's, uh
You should probably go join the Army, uh
Walk in thе spot with gas pack on me
Offered a drink, I turn to a zombie
Look at my face and I look like zombie
[?] my fit, now Abercrombie
Better [?] f*ck you around me
n*ggas switchin' up like the weather
Pull off your face wear it like some leather
Live on the edge, I'm Heath Ledger
Put on my mask, b*tch, I'm the Joker
I'll keep a straight face like I'm playin' poker
If you cross me once, then b*tch, it's over
Might drop a 30 up in my soda
Vince Carter, b*tch, I'm slam dunkin'
My heart so cold, like Minnesota