Prepare for Origami, Mesqit and ZXRO
These motherf*ckers are the ultimate combo
No need for placebo, just look at my ego
My bros are Apollo, I treat them for pyro
Can't do it no more, they just made to deathrow
Charges
Burning the trees, burning the sea and underneath a.k.a deep
You motherf*ckers just listen to me, R.I.P for touching the f*cking poor V.I.P
Origami killer with a lot of Heavy Rain
Don't leave my signature, just a shot on your brain
He hates to scout the field but he scouts like a Scofield
My body is not a map, but my mind is up for that
Everything's good, my boys don't disappoint
They only diss the cash, turning temperature to ash
Hate o'8 - Scorch Lyrics
Hate o'8 - Scorch Lyrics
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Prepare for Origami, Mesqit and ZXRO
These motherf*ckers are the ultimate combo
No need for placebo, just look at my ego
My bros are Apollo, I treat them for pyro
Can't do it no more, they just made to deathrow
Charges
Burning the trees, burning the sea and underneath a.k.a deep
You motherf*ckers just listen to me, R.I.P for touching the f*cking poor V.I.P
Origami killer with a lot of Heavy Rain
Don't leave my signature, just a shot on your brain
He hates to scout the field but he scouts like a Scofield
My body is not a map, but my mind is up for that
Everything's good, my boys don't disappoint
They only diss the cash, turning temperature to ash
These motherf*ckers are the ultimate combo
No need for placebo, just look at my ego
My bros are Apollo, I treat them for pyro
Can't do it no more, they just made to deathrow
Charges
Burning the trees, burning the sea and underneath a.k.a deep
You motherf*ckers just listen to me, R.I.P for touching the f*cking poor V.I.P
Origami killer with a lot of Heavy Rain
Don't leave my signature, just a shot on your brain
He hates to scout the field but he scouts like a Scofield
My body is not a map, but my mind is up for that
Everything's good, my boys don't disappoint
They only diss the cash, turning temperature to ash
Writer: Francisco Sá
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