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letra de abusive - 24lik

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abusive lyrics
[24lik]
skinny died in his sleep so i pop jiggas
you would think the glock a freak how it pop n—as
yo mans died last week you was in a car wit him
dame love takin shots well we brought the bar wit us
paid woulda made it far now he with the stars n—a
you know when i pull up n shoot you can’t really guard n—as

[392 lil head]
b—h tryna f–k lil head i got large digits
got the machine off izzo now they cars missin

[realrichizzo]
we gone we just took a n—a scat now we all slidin
forgot who they playin wit they got alzheimer’s

[392 lil head]
all my h-es still 30 and up, you f–k all minors
key keep gettin in bulls–t i gotta call niyah

[realrichizzo]
don’t need no real estate agent this glock gon put you in yo place
it’s four choppas in the whip, b—h we goin on a chase
i’m gettin tired man, ain’t n0body out on brace
i like h-es that like b—hes i don’t want her if she straight
[24lik]
no that wasn’t me that f–ked you did that s–t when i was laced
should i rock out wit the glock or should i swing the baby drake?
my b—h got a bbl but she keep pole on her waist
like it’s somethin in his eye i’ll blow him in his face

[realrichizzo]
b—h i’m real rich y’all n—as broke as h-ll
in 6th grade he told on me man i know he 12

[392 lil head]
you got signed to that label and put on a shelf
izzo glock keep fallin bro put on a belt

[24lik]
and i done broke my neck in gucci think i need some help
go swimmin in yo b—h coochie like i’m michael phelps

[392 lil head]
you know the opps heaven sent like they keyshia cole
i got these cubans mixed up i got key s–t on
b—h think we hittin beni’s eat pizza rolls
she ain’t from the eastside these inkster h-es
twin he can prolly punch a house if this piece still on
i can’t name you after bro rip freaky doe
[realrichizzo]
they mans died last year we shoulda been gone
instead all these n—as makin diss songs
we ain’t in school how the f–k y’all gettin sent home?
we made his ass fly high like he jim jones
cash gang got a roster full of shooters
got a room i been hittin her all day i’m abusive
she a oklahoma b—h wish i woulda hit her sooner

[24lik]
put some titties on the chop now this b—h work at hooters
i ain’t have a baby yet but these rap n—as my juniors
he be rattin in the hood call that n—a little stuart
right here we got dog s–t i ain’t talkin bout manure
heard the feds in the city i done learned how to maneuver

[392 lil head]
at the barbeque i put my chains in the cooler
call my 30 drakeo it’s the ruler
i’m downtown gettin a lil head on a scooter
she got on last year uggs i had to boot her

i had to kick that b-tch out the f–kin pad
don’t come over if you ain’t givin a–

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