DEADSOULSREVIVAL lyrics

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XXXTENTACION


[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
A f*ck n*gga paid (b*tch) Take your work and flex (Okay)
Runnin' up a check (Yeah)
I rob, received a n-n-n-n-net

[Bridge: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, okay
808 Mafia!

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
f*ck n*gga, all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me (Yeah)
I-I tend to nut on the face of my ene-nemies (Okay)
Rather be dead than migrate my vicinity (Yeah)
Did fight that pus*y, b*tch, we call that frenemies (Okay)
Dark abyss, cold night (Okay), cr-cr-cracked skull with a cold pipe (Yeah)
pus*y n*gga, show no fright, a-aw sh*t, you not a goat right? (Yeah)
X so cold, ayy, b*tch so woke (f*ck n*gga)
Wrist don't froze (Okay), b*tch, don't fol-fol-fol-fold (Yeah)
f*ck n*gga choke (Okay), that pistol f*ckin' blow (Yeah, yeah)
A ratchet with the stick, (Okay) my n*ggas at your throat
(Yeah, yeah, 808 Mafia!) A f*ck n*gga paid (b*tch)
Take your work and flex (Okay) Runnin' up a check (Yeah)
I rob, received a n-n-n-n-et (Yeah), my b*tch suck water to your set (mm)
To front you for the se- (Mm), but then she sucked that f*ckin' di*k
Boy, she finessed you for your ch-check (Okay, yeah)
Talk-talk-talkin' all that f*ckin' sh*t, you wasn't 'bout it (You wasn't)
I snatch up Lily, take a pic of that b*tch suckin' (The way she doin')
Four deep, bed she-she-she, skeet stains on her knees (Okay, Okay)
I make your b*tch recite a script just like she makin' a movie
[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
God damn, f*ck, oh, oh, oh, yeah, money ho (b*tch)
Money bag b*tch (Okay), monkey bag ho (Yeah)
Monkey bag, f*ck n*gga
Yeah, lil' b*tch, yes, lil' b*tch, yes
Lil' b*tch, ayy, 808 Mafia!
f*ck n*gga (Ayy)

[Bridge: DATURAHILL]
I-I be f*ckin' on yo' b*tch with my di*k up in her guts
I be bustin' o-on her face, she a f*cking disgrace
The way she moves up that pole, we gon' catch her out the door
We gon put them lips to use, she a good mop for my nut

[Verse: DATURAHILL]
You gon' bring a TEC to a fight, what a pus*y, yeah
You not a soldier, you a b*tch, yo' mama raised a ho
Coun-coun-counterfeit money and guns, you not really with the sh*ts
Turn off that garbage sh*t music, this sh*t is killin' my ears
I never plan on these opps, their downfall is comin' soon
Rotten gums, crumblin caricature and putrid souls
Got so much money, I wipe my ass with it, I said enough
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