Los Santos

Fuck you thought
Fucking fraud
Know the game like the streets of Los Santos
Fuck you thought
My black gloves
Won't leave fingerprints on a dead bod'

Hold up, wait a minute
Wait two minutes
I need a picture
Hold up, wait a minute
Wait two minutes
I need a picture

Silly motherfucker, wanna pay, wanna suffer
Wanna act all tougher, is that all you gotta offer
Ew, ew, bars, bars
Now it's my turn, ok?
Mavizzle
You know
I wanna be positive, I don't wanna be destructive
But sometimes all I feel, sometimes all I feel is:
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, and you
And you, and fuck you too
And fuck you too
I said now
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, and you
And you, and fuck him too
And fuck her too
And fuck you

Ok, I got one last thing to say to you
I got one last thing to say to you
You better listen to me ok?

Fuck you thought
Fucking fraud
Know the game like the streets of Los Santos
Fuck you thought
My black gloves
Won't leave fingerprints on a dead bod'



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Barbaglia, Marlene Nader, Alexander Staudinger
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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