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Fuck you thought Fucking fraud Know the game like the streets of Los Santos Fuck you thought My black gloves Won't leave fingerprints on a dead bod' Hold up, wait a minute Wait two minutes I need a picture Hold up, wait a minute Wait two minutes I need a picture Silly motherfucker, wanna pay, wanna suffer Wanna act all tougher, is that all you gotta offer Ew, ew, bars, bars Now it's my turn, ok? Mavizzle You know I wanna be positive, I don't wanna be destructive But sometimes all I feel, sometimes all I feel is: Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, and you And you, and fuck you too And fuck you too I said now Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, and you And you, and fuck him too And fuck her too And fuck you Ok, I got one last thing to say to you I got one last thing to say to you You better listen to me ok? Fuck you thought Fucking fraud Know the game like the streets of Los Santos Fuck you thought My black gloves Won't leave fingerprints on a dead bod'
Writer(s): Francesco Barbaglia, Marlene Nader, Alexander Staudinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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