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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fukkit
Fukkit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Pires
Alexander Pires
Songwriter
Jackson Wilder
Jackson Wilder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dutchman
Dutchman
Producer

Letra

Punch into yo audio I fuck that bitch then adios She screaming loud like ay dios I heard he called an audible y'all quarterback cant play that role Don't push me I'm in album mode That pill gets hard to swallow though Talking bout the difference 'tween us you do this for follow growth I do this for crowd control You don't know me nada no I cant defend your problem folk He hanging, like a stick man I'm gonna find you, who you wit then I don't like you, we gon' fix that Crash that spinal, I get whiplash I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't speak, I just geek Y'all fake, you ain't kin, you ain't wake, you ain't me I don't know what you want, but I got what you need You don't fuck, with my squad, you get lit to the T By the I What you see Getting caught By my leash You my bitch On 4 feet What I got Up my fleece That's a glock You ain't peep But you pink Like a pussy Cause you wet By the beam Bitch I know Where you sleep Where you eat Where you speak Where you think Where you breathe You gon' die On your knees Like a bitch On your feet Cut him up To the beach Toss it out In the sea What the fuck Wrong with me I don't know But you see Separate, from the weak For the fate, of your dreams 7 days, never weak Even pain, gotta sink Every day, gotta weigh in I don't know, what you saying
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