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Jordan Rachard - Digital Souls Lyrics



Jordan Rachard - Digital Souls Lyrics
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I murdered this beat like I'm Fred West
Picking up that rifle like I'm out west
Watching all these hoes in a contest
Cum on their face but they still dressed
Not about me but it's fun though
War scar, oo you a warrior
Shoota, no he ain't a part of you
You got followers? Impressive, I don't f*ck with you
I don't really like people that much
They f*cking weird, I don't give a f*ck
Quarantine is sick, I don't have to talk much
Don't have to pretend that I give a f*ck
Don't talk to me about your boyfriend's thrust
See it in your eyes you wanna show in front
Log on to my Insta, all I see is vain bitches
Looking for attention through they f*cking vain pictures
They got nothing interesting? That's a shame
2-300 likes fulfil their flame
How the f*ck they judge when they boring as f*ck?
Telling people stop when they don't even walk, yeah
I murdered this beat like I'm Fred West
Picking up that rifle like I'm out west
Watching all these hoes in a contest
Cum on their face but they still dressed
Not about me but it's fun though
War scar, oo you a warrior
Shoota, no he ain't a part of you
You got followers? Impressive, I don't f*ck with you, yeah, yeah.
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I murdered this beat like I'm Fred West
Picking up that rifle like I'm out west
Watching all these hoes in a contest
Cum on their face but they still dressed
Not about me but it's fun though
War scar, oo you a warrior
Shoota, no he ain't a part of you
You got followers? Impressive, I don't f*ck with you
I don't really like people that much
They f*cking weird, I don't give a f*ck
Quarantine is sick, I don't have to talk much
Don't have to pretend that I give a f*ck
Don't talk to me about your boyfriend's thrust
See it in your eyes you wanna show in front
Log on to my Insta, all I see is vain bitches
Looking for attention through they f*cking vain pictures
They got nothing interesting? That's a shame
2-300 likes fulfil their flame
How the f*ck they judge when they boring as f*ck?
Telling people stop when they don't even walk, yeah
I murdered this beat like I'm Fred West
Picking up that rifle like I'm out west
Watching all these hoes in a contest
Cum on their face but they still dressed
Not about me but it's fun though
War scar, oo you a warrior
Shoota, no he ain't a part of you
You got followers? Impressive, I don't f*ck with you, yeah, yeah.
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Writer: Samuel Jameson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Jordan Rachard
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Samuel Jameson

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