Pack-a-day smoker (Дeлит на битe, сука)
Ah-hah
Hello? Uh-hm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smokin' cigarettes
Lungs turnin' fifty shades of grey
Boy, quit talkin' shit without my confidence, do that okay?
You can't stop my fist 'cause when that bitch go hit, make 808
Police on my dick, fuck that shit, hit his ass and get away
I want destruction, I think that my brain is malfunction
Pussy boy, with all my killers, in the junction
Guarantee this not a ride, fuck your punk shit
(This is the part where you die)
I want out, I want out, I want
I want out, I want out
I want out, I want out, I want
I want out, I want out
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