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Watch This! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Fix
Language: English
Length: 1:40
Written by: Elliot Taylor




Lil Fix - Watch This! Lyrics
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Watch this shit
How I grip my bitch
Then it digs yo skin
Then I slice my wrist
Bottoms up, in the sky
Mask on in the night
Yeah, i'm still tryna die
F*ck off, you won't ride
I brought a knife to a gun-fight, bitch i'm tryna die
I ain't really putting up a front, you watchin' from the sides
Watch me spiral to insanity, back my blade and make you bleed
Tryna pull the wool on me? Imma thread the needle, see?
Bombay in my cereal
I think I just sold my soul
Money rise with numbers, ho
Nose bleed from the f*cking blow
Bombay in my cereal
I think I just sold my soul
Money rise with numbers, ho
Nose bleed from the f*cking blow
You can tell me that you hate me
That's just bad for your health
I'm happy that you hate me
You can go and f*ck yourself
Always hitting up my line
Tryna see me climb to wealth
Living in a broken home
I'm tryna make it for myself
Had to cut off all my friends
It was bad for my health
But I work better alone
So I had to go in stealth
Please don't ring my f*cking phone
Or the damage will be dealt
Triple combo make you moan
Make these bitches f*cking melt
Fix is going further
Please don't try to stop me
Don't get up in my way
Catch a body
Fix is going further
Please don't try to stop me
Don't get up in my way
Catch a body
Bitch
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English

Watch this shit
How I grip my bitch
Then it digs yo skin
Then I slice my wrist
Bottoms up, in the sky
Mask on in the night
Yeah, i'm still tryna die
F*ck off, you won't ride
I brought a knife to a gun-fight, bitch i'm tryna die
I ain't really putting up a front, you watchin' from the sides
Watch me spiral to insanity, back my blade and make you bleed
Tryna pull the wool on me? Imma thread the needle, see?
Bombay in my cereal
I think I just sold my soul
Money rise with numbers, ho
Nose bleed from the f*cking blow
Bombay in my cereal
I think I just sold my soul
Money rise with numbers, ho
Nose bleed from the f*cking blow
You can tell me that you hate me
That's just bad for your health
I'm happy that you hate me
You can go and f*ck yourself
Always hitting up my line
Tryna see me climb to wealth
Living in a broken home
I'm tryna make it for myself
Had to cut off all my friends
It was bad for my health
But I work better alone
So I had to go in stealth
Please don't ring my f*cking phone
Or the damage will be dealt
Triple combo make you moan
Make these bitches f*cking melt
Fix is going further
Please don't try to stop me
Don't get up in my way
Catch a body
Fix is going further
Please don't try to stop me
Don't get up in my way
Catch a body
Bitch
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Writer: Elliot Taylor
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