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lyrics:

I can’t talk to bitches cause they fake
If they wanna pull up on me I pull out the blade
If they talk down on me then we finna link and fade
think I lost my vision think I lost my fucking face

Im like bitch
Im faceless
Bitch I’m basic
I can’t talk to y’all because
Y’all bitches brainless
Goodness gracious
I lost my patience
Hurry up and grab a bag 
don’t leave a trace bitch

You hoes contagious
Im like covid-19 going different places
Sike nah bitch I go no where because I’m faithless
Nah I am not talking clout bitch I aint famous
I don’t wanna go no where because they racist

I can’t fight no more
My arm is sore
keep on talking shit
i might just throw em to the floor
I broke my fucking arm
I think that shit just fucking tore
I do not need a bandaid
Get some milk right at the store

Think I need a cast
Like really fast
He said that he team rocket
I might put that bitch on blast
Shoot em out to space
and now that bitch is in the past
lost my fucking face
Bitch I cannot see no more ass

Im like bitch
Im faceless
Bitch I’m basic
I can’t talk to y’all because
Y’all bitches brainless
Goodness gracious
I lost my patience
Hurry up and grab a bag 
don’t leave a trace bitch

FACELESS

Junkie(Whore)+ RAKASPEN

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Lyrics

Crusin chilling on the westside 
Rolling dope smoking swishers getting so high
You a No show pussy you aint outside 
Ur crew a whole joke Talking like you pressed mine
Spending more dough Balling yall on courtside 
All these haters tryna stop me 
While im on my grind 
no compettion in my eyes I see through the lies 
Flow is crazy and its visous I aint coming nice 

Partying all night wasted watching Time fly
 My only explanation baby im the Wrong kind 
slowly lost my patience wasting all this damn time 
Not to mention all these witches
On my damn mind 
Feeling sick shit 
Bitches they all paresites 
Call me misfit Neva stayed inside The lines 
shawty lick dick Boutta break her fkn spine 
Keep it casual Tell my nigga she aint worth a dime 
Steady Plotting on my bag Fuck a 9-5
Pop a pilly for my feelings Jus to feel alive 
So geeked im through the ceiling 
Reaching to the sky

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Lyric:

Aye.
You call her a bitch
Like gospel truth
But I seen her cry
Seen the pain
Seen the proof. 
Ain't every woman out here breakin' hearts.
Some just tryna live while you pull 'em apart.
You preach God.
But your mouth of fire.
Spittin' venom while you actin' all higher. 
Got a cross on your neck and a Bible in hand.
But throw dirt on queens? 
That i don't understand.

Aye.
Yeah.
You say "all hoes"
Like they made the same sin.
But maybe your heart's
Where the devil's been in. 
She was your friend
Now you call her a whore? 
Nah...
Respect them queens
Yeah.
Not every girl out here playin' like bitches.
Talk your shit
But don't forget.
You was saved by grace
Not by disrespect.

Aye.
God ain't blind. 
He see the truth in your face.
Preach love
But you movin' with hate.
You ain't better 'cause you hide your sin.
Fix your eyes.
Not every woman out here feedin' you lies.
Done with the shame, still risin' higher.
You say you love God...
Then learn to love people.

More pure than your church-boy part.
You scared of power that don't look like yours. 
Call her Jezebel just to settle your scars.
But she ain't your enemy.

Aye.
You call her a bitch
Like gospel truth.
But I seen her cry
Seen the pain
Seen the proof.
Ain't every woman out here breakin' hearts. 
Some just tryna live while you pull 'em apart.
You preach God
But your mouth of fire.
Spittin' venom while you actin' all higher. 
Got a cross on your neck and a Bible in hand.
But throw dirt on queens? 
That I don't understand.

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