Donor lyrics

[Hook: blackwinterwells]
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1: blackwinterwells]
Yeah, she wanna f*ck and I swear b*tch I don't
Buy her a fit and kick her out the door
I need the money, no time for the hoes
Cooking up contraband, I'm in the zone
Sending out packs and I look at them go
I got some jewelry you know I need more
I'm f*cking ravenous
If you talk down on my bros we'll cut you in a million pieces
Now they think it's sweet
I am a monster, you know that I mean it
A hundred feet tall, to me you are vermin
I'ma pull up on your crib with the Sherman
Shredding your family likely like I'm Herman
And I'm singing 3 part harmonies while I bury you f*cking shallowly
Oh, no no, yeah I don't know where to go
I'ma shamble up to your home
Eat your cranium and then pshh pshh poof
Now I'm back in the ruins alone
And there's nobody callin' my phone
When I needed you where did you go
[Verse 2: blxty]
She said she want me, I do not know
f*ck on that b*tch, f*ck on that hoe
Walk in the party they all stare at me, like they just saw a ghost
I'ma go kill that b*tch if you talkin' 'bout, I'ma slit open your throat
Put a lil' tag on your toe
If you f*ck with me your toast
And she wanna talk to me, like no
Want a feat, pay the fee or go
You ain't gettin' two hundred, you ain't gettin' past go
And that's just how it goes
Hop on the beat and I f*ck it up
Hit your lil' bro with an uppercut
I take a molly, f*ckin' up
When I see percs I say "fill me up"
Me and wells do not play fair
I'm on your head, hair
I been so p*ssed off
You on the gram flexing your pistols
Did you know that I'm f*cking your b*tch though
Oh she didn't tell you, don't know what to tell you
I got some shooters, they'll kill you
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[Hook: blackwinterwells]
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 3: dolly]
f*ck n*gga, I'm lookin' for a lick
I'm in his guts n*gga with an ice pick
I'm in her guts n*gga she on my di*k
I'm in her guts n*gga and she like it
You tryna run n*gga you a b*tch
He's getting chased down when he snitched
I might get helix tatted on my wrist
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Me and your b*tch just like Barbie and Ken
Me and my n*gga like Lonely and Ken
I leave a f*ck n*gga in the pit
She wanna f*ck, said no like [?]
Huh, all I do is win
[?] on my skin
I just want 'em dead
b*tch I'm with Keegan sipping on the high tec
I might get helix tatted right on my neck
That b*tch wan' cuddle, she right up on my chest
I'm with the percocet, yeah I like that
I got the drip on, check the price tag
I f*cked your whole b*tch but we private
I cut her off 'cause she scratch up my privates
She on my di*k, can't get off my privates
Don't test my bro, he totin' in private
You got them [?], n*gga lets get high then
Forgot a name, n*gga I am vibin'
I heard your verse, n*gga you are bitin'
I'm on your block and we slidin'
I can not do no more, cryin'
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[Verse 4: kuru]
And my bro got like two sticks, keep a Kel-Tec
And I'm blowing on cookie, might smell that
Might get helix tatted up on my neck
Got a VV on me, you can see that
2047 on me, don't believe that
We might 'em gone, guarantee that
Talkin' my sh*t but you know I ain't mean that
I'm there getting money you can't
I would never pop a xan
She see the money on my fit, that's why she tryna f*ck on my mans
I just roll up my plant in peace, you in college beggin' for a gram
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We just doin' all this sh*t that you can't
Shoutout [?]
I got my bag up 'cause I flexed up
You don't kill sh*t, get the checks up
And I'm smokin' on sh*t, need a check up
That boy talkin' to cray, he won't get up
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[?], keep your head up
I think I'm fed up
They keep askin' me "ku what you mad at?"
[?]
You ain't a leader, you just a lil' clown and you trash
Ride around town and I'm smokin' on bih
Ride around town and I'm smokin' on gas
We might just send that lil' boy to the past
I'm on your- I'm on your ass

[Hook: blackwinterwells]
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs, yeah, yeah
[?]

[Verse 5: mental]
Like Kara I'm getting it tatted
And know I could never be cappin'
I made a few racks off a few lil' gadgets
They wanna be like me but they can't be like me and [?]
You look like a hype beast, you rockin' the Nike, you don't know a thing about fashion
f*ck it, I'ma get rich
And f*ck it I'm all for your b*tch if she want
She said she like my Margiela cologne
I rock designer my body they want me
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They wanna know what is on me
Makin' mills off of a hobby
Every day when I wake up I take a good look at my wallet, it's got a lil chub
I only hopped on your song cause you paid me, I swear on my soul that your music is buns
I just been havin' some fun
I'm never poppin' a pill, never doin' those drugs
If you want a feature from me then you gonna get taxed, like you gonna be payin' those funds
Undercover on my body, I feel like I'm Keeg
Just made a band in my dreams
Thankful for every penny I receive
I was scared of layin' in my bed, I've been thinking like what if I die in my sleep
That's why I'm shopping like everything free
Spend like a band on a tee, yeah

[Hook: blackwinterwells]
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs
Yeah I'm lookin' for some organs, yeah, yeah
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