CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : MORDHAU

*reversed*
(Skotskr)
AAH

Let's get it poppin’
Just like some grease, my pockets fat, them hoes obese
Flocking, whole lotta geese, I wanna die, I need police
Blades near my wrist, I let it bleed
Scars on my skin, I master piece
Life full of [?], I find peace
That boy-
Momma said get out yo' feelings, you fight too compa**ionate
Used to be a b*t*h, but now I'm the apex antagonist
This world that we livin’ in is no place for a pacifist
Tell 'em n***as [?] so I say f**k the [?]
Okay, please do not test me
2k for the neck piece
Me don't understand not every body will accept me
You the type to bug yo' girl like, "Who the f**k, you texting?"
No she don't respect you, but you stay, how depressing
B-B-B*t*h, I don't sleep every day and all night, yeah
She hittin' them high notes like her name [?]
I'm good wit’ [?]
I write all of my sh*t, I don’t need no ghost writer
Just like Jasiah
Till death, l'm a fight her
This beat is straight gas, [?]
I’m spittin' so fast, you gon' need a transcriber
Life is a race, [?]
Guess I'm a blunt, gotta stay OG
I always keep a whole blade on me, how the f**k, you expect me to stay lowkey?
I didn’t get all this sh*t for free, gotta pay my dues, it's a big a** fee
Might f**k around, put your a** on a [?] R.I.P
(Skotskr)
I dropped my mic, ha-ha
Aight, I'm a f**k this up
Mordhau please help
AAH
Yeah, yeah, yeah

B*t*h, wanna f**k me
Tell her she disgusting
Slap it on her a** and you know how we f**kin'
Too many people [?] like I'm a joke
Pull up [?]
B*t*h, I'm possessed, please someone [?]
Too many people inside [?] kill somebody with my pole
Bah

Wait, wait-wait-wait-wait-wait (What, come on, what the f**k)
Shoutout to my ex girlfriend (Yo what)
Yeah, she dumped me a few years ago
Are you good man?
Are you chilling?
Like
Don't remind me asking, where I buy my f**king clothes
And if [?] I'll break your f**king nose
Too many [?]
Please leave me in my room or leave me the f**k alone

That's true, like honestly, I hate all of you
Don't f**king speak to me, leave me in my room
Talkin' about arrangements and sh*t
I don't like any of you f**ks
The f**k
I don't even know you anymore, like come on
Hm-hm

(Skotskr)
Yeah
[?]