Lyrics

Kim Dracula... Shout out to the devil Ay, ay-ay What the fuck you say? Ay Well you know what I mean Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Ay! What an awful kind of day Ay, ay ay! What the fuck you say? Say please Nu mă, nu mă iei Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Ay! Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay‐ay‐ay‐ay‐ay-ay-ay! If you wanna stop me then go buy me a coffee 'Cause I'm a little bitty tired from the socking and blocking You better get your head up locking on a pocket of nothings A pretty pity party packet pulling buckets of fucking Blood, it's so much fun Now, I am one with the sun I'll load the guns Sounds like a drum Pum-pum-paparum! Pum-pum-pum-pum! Pum-pum-paparum! Pum-pum-pum-pum! Dove, innocent doves You've got a hole in your lung Hell of a drug Death from above Boom-boom-boom-bryatat! Boom-boom-boom! Boom-boom-bryatat-boomtat! Boom-bryatat-boomtat! Boom-bryatat-boomtat! Boom-bryatat-boomtat! So I got a text from God God texted me He said he just wanted to talk I blocked his number Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Ay! Well you know what I mean Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Ay! What an awful kind of day Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Say please Nu mă, nu mă iei! Ay, ay-ay! What the fuck you say? Ay! Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay! No thoughts, just kill... Perverse, my eyes Kill... Murder suicide Kill... Perverse are my eyes Kill... Murder suicide
Writer(s): Yamid Sr Grueso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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