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ELA - BITE OF MY FLESH (byttt)

pale

Fake

kill or be killed (bonus)

Produced by SipSky

(Lyrics)
I know it's hard to see
It wasn't you, it was me 
It's getting hard to breathe
Yeah, it's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
It's taking a lot out of me 

I know it's hard to see
It wasn't you, it was me 
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting hard to breathe
You might have been, barking up the wrong tree
You might have been, barking up the wrong tree
They got a lot to say, these niggas don't even know me 
There's a lot of shit, these niggas really don't see
There's a lot of shit, niggas ignore, don't peep
They really some sheeps, count 'em, yeah go sleep (Be alive)
You ain't nun like me, you don't bleed what I bleed
Everytime I step out, cams and lights, see you on TV
Everytime I step out, it's a fuckin-
Everytime I step out, it's a fucking movie
Hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
I ain't even start yet, how can I lose man
Counting up dead presidents, Frank D. Roosevelt
Hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
Hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
Hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi (Be Alive)

I know it's hard to s-, yeah (Be Alive)
It wasn't you, it was m-, yeah (Be Alive)
It's getting hard to breathe, yeah
I know it's hard to see
It wasn't you, it was me 
It's getting hard to breathe, tch
I know it's hard to sleep, huh
It's getting hard to breathe, yeah
It's getting hard to breathe, yeah
I ball like Doncic
Huh, I ain't crying 'bout no bitch
Huh, fuck that negative shit
Fuck that negative shit
I know it's hard to see, see, see
Hoe, stop, breathe, breathe, breathe
Feel the breeze, breeze, breeze
Get that pussy beat, beat, beat 
Fat ass, Cardi B, B, B
Make that pussy bleed, bleed, bleed
Make her scream "si, si, si"
"Si, si, si, si"
Take it easy, you don't wanna go there
Hoe, I'll cross that bridge, whenever I go there
You getting in the mood without me, huh, it ain't fair
I'll fuck your friend so we are even, I do not care, yeah

Hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
H-hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
H-hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi
H-hoe, I swag like 2016 Lil Uzi

2016 Lil Uzi

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