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Testo Death Before Designer
Ah, ayy (We lit, hahaha)
I think—
They mis— (Ayy, Geo got the bands, huh?)
They mis—
Ha
They mistook me for a TikToker, but I kill rockers (I)
Pull up with a knife to the boys playing soccer (What?)
The weird kid at school, yeah, I wasn't proud of it (Uh)
Your head is a zit, and I really wanna pop it
Pop, pop, yeah, feelin' like an ostrich, ha
Only joking, bitch, Tassie devil run shit
Cookin' in the cock-pit, I could vomit (Ah-ha)
Still be a hit, even if I speak gibberish
Ngh, danga-danga-danga-danga-danga-danga
Danga-danga-danga-danga-danga-danga, uh
Aka, ugh, aka-aka, ugh, aka, ugh, aka-aka, ugh
Aka-aka, brr, aka, ugh, dun-dun-dun-dun, ha
I'm a bad person (Uh)
They like my smile but they miss the evil lurking (Dracula), ha
Take a look behind the curtain (Ah)
Baby Lucifer, I went from angel to serpent
I know you want this brand nеw Birkin (Woah)
I'll think about it, but you're gonna have to get to hurtin'
Considеr this a prerequisite, ha
I'll stuff the bag with the baby and I'll beat you to death with it
Ewok, ewok, ewok, ewok
Ewok, ewok, ewok, ewok
Agh, I ain't a SoundCloud rapper, I'm a hundred-round clapper (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Buy a ticket to yo' show, gun 'em down after (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Uh, Bloody Hail Marys got me coming down faster (Vyoom, vyoom)
Upside-down crosses, runnin' 'round backwards (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Sleezy was a good boy but he turned the bad guy (Ewok, ewok)
I'ma drown the priest, who the fuck you tryna baptize? (Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah)
I can't feel my fuckin' skin, bitch, I'm that high (Give me that, give me that, give me that)
I can't feel my fuckin' skin, bitch, I'm that high (Give me that, give me that, give me that)
I'm a bad person
They like my smile but they miss the evil lurking (Dracula), ha
Take a look behind the curtain (Ah)
Baby Lucifer, I went from angel to serpent
I know you want this brand new Birkin (Woah)
I'll think about it, but you're gonna have to get to hurtin'
Consider this a prerequisite, ha
I'll stuff the bag with the baby and I'll beat you to death with it
I think—
They mis— (Ayy, Geo got the bands, huh?)
They mis—
Ha
They mistook me for a TikToker, but I kill rockers (I)
Pull up with a knife to the boys playing soccer (What?)
The weird kid at school, yeah, I wasn't proud of it (Uh)
Your head is a zit, and I really wanna pop it
Only joking, bitch, Tassie devil run shit
Cookin' in the cock-pit, I could vomit (Ah-ha)
Still be a hit, even if I speak gibberish
Ngh, danga-danga-danga-danga-danga-danga
Danga-danga-danga-danga-danga-danga, uh
Aka, ugh, aka-aka, ugh, aka, ugh, aka-aka, ugh
Aka-aka, brr, aka, ugh, dun-dun-dun-dun, ha
I'm a bad person (Uh)
They like my smile but they miss the evil lurking (Dracula), ha
Take a look behind the curtain (Ah)
Baby Lucifer, I went from angel to serpent
I know you want this brand nеw Birkin (Woah)
I'll think about it, but you're gonna have to get to hurtin'
Considеr this a prerequisite, ha
I'll stuff the bag with the baby and I'll beat you to death with it
Ewok, ewok, ewok, ewok
Ewok, ewok, ewok, ewok
Agh, I ain't a SoundCloud rapper, I'm a hundred-round clapper (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Buy a ticket to yo' show, gun 'em down after (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Uh, Bloody Hail Marys got me coming down faster (Vyoom, vyoom)
Upside-down crosses, runnin' 'round backwards (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Sleezy was a good boy but he turned the bad guy (Ewok, ewok)
I'ma drown the priest, who the fuck you tryna baptize? (Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah)
I can't feel my fuckin' skin, bitch, I'm that high (Give me that, give me that, give me that)
I can't feel my fuckin' skin, bitch, I'm that high (Give me that, give me that, give me that)
I'm a bad person
They like my smile but they miss the evil lurking (Dracula), ha
Take a look behind the curtain (Ah)
Baby Lucifer, I went from angel to serpent
I know you want this brand new Birkin (Woah)
I'll think about it, but you're gonna have to get to hurtin'
Consider this a prerequisite, ha
I'll stuff the bag with the baby and I'll beat you to death with it
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