Wvllop, Rozz Dyliams - Whimper lyrics
[Wvllop, Rozz Dyliams - Whimper lyrics]
I manifest these niggas death
Then I go fuck them up
I take these niggas souls away
The reaper but I’m smoking blunts
Bitch I leave you in the cold
Show you how we pullin up
Your whole set gets so fucking old
Give up just leave this shit to us nigga
It’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the (What) it’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the
Bitch I’m outside your house
My thoughts are pacing heart is racing
I’m thinkin bout what it’s like
Too be inside your mouth
Thinkin bout the fiber optic
Cable swinging wrappin
Around your your neck increasing the
Tightness until your signing out
Your shortnеss of breathe is a metaphor
For thе sign of the times
You’ve got me winded up but now
It’s time for winding down
The way you whimper and beg for
Me too keep you alive
Is something i could listen too forever
Cause I like the sound
I think I’m falling deep into a
Trance of demonery with scenery
That seem like silent hill is
Where I need to be
I need you too stop moving around
If you don't mind for just
A second hear the language
That my needle speak
I manifest these niggas death
Then I go fuck them up
I take these niggas souls away
The reaper but I’m smoking blunts
Bitch I leave you in the cold
Show you how we pullin up
Your whole set gets so fucking old
Give up just leave this shit to us nigga
It’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the (What) it’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the
Then I go fuck them up
I take these niggas souls away
The reaper but I’m smoking blunts
Bitch I leave you in the cold
Show you how we pullin up
Your whole set gets so fucking old
Give up just leave this shit to us nigga
It’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the (What) it’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the
Bitch I’m outside your house
My thoughts are pacing heart is racing
I’m thinkin bout what it’s like
Too be inside your mouth
Thinkin bout the fiber optic
Cable swinging wrappin
Around your your neck increasing the
Tightness until your signing out
Your shortnеss of breathe is a metaphor
For thе sign of the times
You’ve got me winded up but now
It’s time for winding down
The way you whimper and beg for
Me too keep you alive
Is something i could listen too forever
Cause I like the sound
I think I’m falling deep into a
Trance of demonery with scenery
That seem like silent hill is
Where I need to be
I need you too stop moving around
If you don't mind for just
A second hear the language
That my needle speak
I manifest these niggas death
Then I go fuck them up
I take these niggas souls away
The reaper but I’m smoking blunts
Bitch I leave you in the cold
Show you how we pullin up
Your whole set gets so fucking old
Give up just leave this shit to us nigga
It’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the (What) it’s the night time killa
Light brown mask on taking all your woman
It’s the