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22 Wolf - NO STRINGS (feat. Sinizter)
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Cameron Myles Sherman
Cameron Myles Sherman
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I'm comin' through I got that grip up on my waist though Slayin' hoes, I do the most, I get the bread, dough Trust no soul, I speak my woes, and I got tons of ammo Secret life I stay lowkey, that part of me you'll never know Front to back and side to side gather 'round me Fuck a hater, fuck the fakes don't come around me I flip a switch and get to ragin', ain't no boundaries Pound for pound, bitch I'm the king, they better crown me I got knives for my eyes, dagger for a tongue Cut right through the lies, go and leave 'em stunned No matter what I try, heart's gone numb I want you all die, what have I become Hit 'em up, they don't give fuck about me Fuck 'em up, gonna come out hot and swinging, they'll see Batter up, swing and send you to the cemetery Out of luck, all y'all gonna make a villain outa me Stomach feels like acid from a battery Get em buried six feet, meet God through means of me I'm a go and break knees, I am sick of these Fake sympathies and deficiencies I'm gonna break the peace on some killing sprees I'm hectic, now y'all out of luck and I'm about to get the fuck out Fuck that, I'm a run the town out, violence is the answer, no doubt All the hamster wheels are spinning, people in unknown Rodents think they're moving, convinced that they run the show I'm reckless, I don't give a fuck and I'm about to flip the fuck out Get the fuck out my way, I'm a rip your fucking heart out Hard out of this life when I can leave, fuck this, I'll just go I ain't got no strings attached, I'm sick of this dumb puppet show I'm comin' through I got that grip up on my waist though Slayin' hoes, I do the most, I get the bread, dough Trust no soul, I speak my woes, and I got tons of ammo Secret life I stay lowkey, that part of me you'll never know Front to back and side to side gather 'round me Fuck a hater, fuck the fakes don't come around me I flip a switch and get to ragin', ain't no boundaries Pound for pound, bitch I'm the king, they better crown me I'm hectic, now y'all out of luck and I'm about to get the fuck out Fuck that, I'm a run the town out, violence is the answer, no doubt All the hamster wheels are spinning, people in unknown Rodents think they're moving, convinced that they run the show I'm reckless, I don't give a fuck and I'm about to flip the fuck out Get the fuck out my way, I'm a rip your fucking heart out Hard out of this life when I can leave, fuck this, I'll just go I ain't got no strings attached, I'm sick of this dumb puppet show
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