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DYE SLOWLY Video (MV)




Performed By: Bouty Johnson
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: BOUTY JOHNSON




Bouty Johnson - DYE SLOWLY Lyrics
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Feral F*ck G, Feral G, it's time to die, I'm a fly, kill him now
Die now, die now, die now, die now, die now, die now, die now
Die now, don't smile, die now, don't smile, it's been a while, it's time to die
Don't you smile, it's time to die, die now, die now, die now, die now
Die now, don't you smile, it's time to die, it's time to die
Fell G, make him cry, die bitch, don't ask me why
I'm sick of life, I'm sick of trying
It's time to dance, two step, hunnid bitch, break a neck
She wanna fly to heaven, bitch that ain't happening
It's time to go to hell, when you hear me rap
Fat boy, running miles, fat boy, running miles
Don't smile, it's time to die, just die
Make him cry, I'm in the sky, looking down at your clowns
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
You think I'm getting tired, that's just manipulation
So you die, die, die, die
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Feral F*ck G, Feral G, it's time to die, I'm a fly, kill him now
Die now, die now, die now, die now, die now, die now, die now
Die now, don't smile, die now, don't smile, it's been a while, it's time to die
Don't you smile, it's time to die, die now, die now, die now, die now
Die now, don't you smile, it's time to die, it's time to die
Fell G, make him cry, die bitch, don't ask me why
I'm sick of life, I'm sick of trying
It's time to dance, two step, hunnid bitch, break a neck
She wanna fly to heaven, bitch that ain't happening
It's time to go to hell, when you hear me rap
Fat boy, running miles, fat boy, running miles
Don't smile, it's time to die, just die
Make him cry, I'm in the sky, looking down at your clowns
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
You think I'm getting tired, that's just manipulation
So you die, die, die, die
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Writer: BOUTY JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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