Video Hyperfuck de Agred 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Agred - Hyperfuck Lyrics

[Chorus]
Violent times these days
Crying and crying away
Violent times these days
Fuck you fuck him fuck them
Violent times these days
Got no time to look at your face
Violent crimes I make and violin notes I play

[Verse 1]
I might I may have to snap at you
Pull my chainsaws out
I'm out here making moves
You and your twitter fingers spout bullshit
And what do you do?
Fucking get a job
I'll tell you the truth
My name will be in your mouth

[Verse 2]
Money making, runny make-up, sunny days, I live alone
Funny, say you popping off, you ask for money on the phone
Hyperfuck my juggernautic ass, my fucking rubber soul
Honey colored fanny bag, that's whеre I keep my millions worth
Debit card, no credit
Hunnid bands, you gеt it?
Big bucks, I had at least 10 thousand, now I am indebted
Tap water, it's leaded
Microplastics embedded
On like all the food we eat, man, I don't care if I'm intoxicated
[Verse 3]
Oh-
Hop on a car like I hop on a cock
Pull up on goth bitches up on the block
Pull up with stockings I pull up with Glocks
I pull up I pull up I pull up on God
Up on my bed and I'm tied up with knots
Showing my balls and they want me to stop
I'm getting laughed at, I'm getting mocked (Ha ha ha ha)
Up like a light, light like a up, shit 'bout to rock
Thought you was very rich, I guess not
I keep the ball around like LeBron
I scuff I groan (argh...)
Uh, aye, came out from the bottom and into the top
Ouu, yuh, came in from your window, I'm breaking your clocks

[Verse 4]
I really like it when she hit me from behind
I really like getting fucked, is that a crime?
I really like the number six and number nine
I, I might cry, Oh my god, Jesus Christ
You think you a genius
Truth is you so henious
Truth is you so hideous
Yeah, you a silly goose
Preaching like you know your shit like, baby, are you serious?
Say that you a 10 but we outta 100, you an idiot?
[Chorus]
Violent times these days
Crying and crying away (crying away)
Violent times these days
Fuck you fuck him fuck them (them)
Violent times these days
Got no time to look at your face (look at your face)
Violent crimes I make and violin notes I play
I might I may