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Yung and dead Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Sipping cider, not a liar, bitch, I make this fire I don't get tired, this my job that I'm hired I'm so sick of wasting time, everything's tryna move in my mind I'll sleep when I die, bitch, I'm feeling alive Uppin' this dough that I'm whippin', aye You niggas, I'm not gon' listen Butthole, put my fist in Niggas be niggin' til I leave them skinned, yuh You cannot get these digits, uh She looking fine, put my kids in, uh Doing my shit that I'm jiggin', uh Kill em all, no witness, uh, yuh Breaking her water, no baby, I'm feeling a lil' bit insanity Sipping this cider too daily, feel on my motions, uh Letras de cancionesNut in her shit til she groaning, uh Baby, baby, please fold me, uh Tryna get in with my bonie, uh Feel like a ghost, call me Tony, uh Feel likе a ghost, call me Toby, uh Eating her berry, shе's wet as fuck Dragging his skull, he dead as fuck All my shit get you banished, uh Flapping her wings, no parrot, uh I slip it in, need a wet floor sign Niggas pussy, they ain't dripping right Ocean wet, yeah, she dripping right Digging her shell, like she dig my height Uh, fuck, I need to sit down Hahaha Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Got to kill, got to kill Sipping cider, not a liar, bitch, I make this fire I don't get tired, this my job that I'm hired I'm so sick of wasting time, everything's tryna move in my mind I'll sleep when I die, bitch, I'm feeling alive From Letras Mania