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Papa Sleep & Venting Palace - Encrypted Lyrics



Papa Sleep & Venting Palace - Encrypted Lyrics
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Snuff flicks on my netflix
Beat dick to some dead chicks
Pretty edgy I admit it
Bitcoin saved up for a minute
Cutting onions but I'm not crying
It ain't sexy unless she dying
Watch a bitch get chopped like its tenderloin
Cops watch they ain't give a f*ck when they on the payroll
Red room
Barcode tattoo
Dead girl in my bathroom
What it do
Who are you
Wake up in the icu
I see you tryna smoke my pcp
Better not be me
Beretta pointed to your kneecaps
Brink of relapse
Roads silk bring me back
Ill will lick toads from japan
Sell bricks on the net do it all deadpan
There's a man talking to me through my webcam
Tellin me he'll chop off his arm for a couple grams
Sex, money, murder and it's all on my computer
Trade my bitcoins for a burner just to take your posse out
Snuff on a gopro
Horrid stuff in slowmo
Coldest flow on tor ho
Money in my bankroll
Hire me a hitman
Got a plan
Put a hole in your mans
Raid the house, steal your bands
Coke from colombia, andale andale
Mac-11s fill my feed as I scroll through the page
If it wasn't for my proxy I'd probably be locked away
You on the surface, I'm underground in the dirt
Tasting the soil takes a toll on my nerves
Hop on the forum and plan up a stick up
Good luck finding me, all my shit is encrypted
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Snuff flicks on my netflix
Beat dick to some dead chicks
Pretty edgy I admit it
Bitcoin saved up for a minute
Cutting onions but I'm not crying
It ain't sexy unless she dying
Watch a bitch get chopped like its tenderloin
Cops watch they ain't give a f*ck when they on the payroll
Red room
Barcode tattoo
Dead girl in my bathroom
What it do
Who are you
Wake up in the icu
I see you tryna smoke my pcp
Better not be me
Beretta pointed to your kneecaps
Brink of relapse
Roads silk bring me back
Ill will lick toads from japan
Sell bricks on the net do it all deadpan
There's a man talking to me through my webcam
Tellin me he'll chop off his arm for a couple grams
Sex, money, murder and it's all on my computer
Trade my bitcoins for a burner just to take your posse out
Snuff on a gopro
Horrid stuff in slowmo
Coldest flow on tor ho
Money in my bankroll
Hire me a hitman
Got a plan
Put a hole in your mans
Raid the house, steal your bands
Coke from colombia, andale andale
Mac-11s fill my feed as I scroll through the page
If it wasn't for my proxy I'd probably be locked away
You on the surface, I'm underground in the dirt
Tasting the soil takes a toll on my nerves
Hop on the forum and plan up a stick up
Good luck finding me, all my shit is encrypted
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Writer: Sean Emmerson, Stef M, Stefan Markovic
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