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letra de goodbye letter - 10kkev

[intro: 10kkev]
mm-hmm
let me talk to ’em
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tae)
i’ma keep it one hundred, that’s the difference, for real, though

[verse: 10kkev]
that fake-ass richard millie, finna dm watchbuster
should’ve left your bm, when you found out quon f-cked her
i don’t know, why you talkin’ like i won’t put you in check?
all them whips to the head gon’ end up word to famous dex
to2 junkie, i could’ve sworn i raised you better
finna end it all right here, call it a goodbye letter
got dropped from the label, don’t forget that you in dеbt
back requestin’ lyft rides, got pеople talkin’ you to death
blew a million in a year, your kids ain’t even got a trust fund
beat him bl–dy once, that’s why dallas scared to blow one
dna test gon’ prove both of ’em your stepsons
why you even start this diss sh-t just to get outdone?
when your bust died, tell ’em how i did your poa
i see that helium done took a toll, d-mn, how much you weigh?
n-gga, you a b-tch, start celebratin’ mother’s day
beatin’ on your pregnant bm daily like your sh-t [?]
talkin’ ’bout alex upped the gun, boy, you know that was a skit
that clout demon sat on live for hours uppin’ counterfeit (fake cheese)
y’all goin’ off a n-gga word who addicted to xannies
he f-cked a b-tch who fifteen and saved her bl–dy-ass panties
i don’t know why propane talkin’ when he morbidly obese
know your wife be f-ckin’ n-ggas, she can barely see your meat
had a chance to come up, future left you in the streets
boy, you just a manager, now order me some uber eats (mm-hm)
that fat-ass stomach, match that fat-ass bald spot
you a diabetic slob who gon’ die from blood clots
sad it came to this, why was my name even mentioned?
had to diss your blood brother ’cause you pressed for attention
knew you was smokin’ air, ain’t know about the clout addiction
scammin’ fans for twenty-five to buy kentucky fried chicken
how the f-ck am i a snitch and can’t n0body find no paperwork?
we gon’ end it here ’cause i’ll hate to get my brother murked
[outro: 10kkev, kasher quon & teejayx6]
dumb-ass n-gga, should’ve never put me in the godd-mn mix
all them cars gone
you ain’t got a godd-mn dollar to your f-ckin’ name
sh-t over for you, fam
sold a teejayx6 chain
sold your baby mama chain
[?] sold an srt, he ain’t got that no more
fake-ass richard millie
what else?
it’s so much sh-t i can’t think of anything of nothin’ else
bum-ass n-gga
the jeans in blood
d-mn (yeah)
yeah
i really know it, i really got the photo, bro
[?]
why the f-ck did you f-ck that fifteen year-old girl, bruh?
why did you do that?
alright, bro
alright, i put that on my dad’s grave she lied about her age
lied about her age, lied about her age
you knew that, bro

- 10kkev

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