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letra de ebk - 28av

[intro]
ooh, shh
skrrt
everybody k!ller, blood (pew pew) ayy

[chorus]
everybody k!ller, we don’t give a f-ck
you could be from my hood, still get snuffed
everybody k!ller, we don’t lack nothin’
that boy went from white peter to a black tux, uh

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m with the bennets, all my brodi’s off one
lil young and feeling grown, yeah i think he caught one
all that rapping ’bout sliding but, you ain’t shot nothin’
better get your skids up, cause you know there’s some for me
i’m a two-eight tycoon, put that on colt
you can’t wear a black flag if you ain’t seven-four
b-tch i’m tied in with the russians, i got plugs on the poles
used to be from the mob, but that boy went rogue
got a chain the same size as 42, dug
let a whistle on the gang, that’s a group hub
know some fires from the highway, shoutout beegee bub
know some roots from the city, shoutout cold blood
got some k!llers in the jail, never coming home
wanna meet me on the sale, better come alone
never pull it on the wire boy, f-ck a phone
b-tches ebk trippin’ with them suckas on (gang)
[pre-chorus]
everybody k!ller, that sh-t be cap
had them buzzers coming throated, they just screaming nae (no no no)
everbody k!ller, f-ck what you claim
when we slide from respect, mothaf-ckin fame

[chorus]
everybody k!ller, we don’t give a f-ck
you could be from my hood, still get snuffed
everybody k!ller, we don’t lack nothin’
that boy went from white peter to a black tux, uh

[verse 2]
i just copped a new h-llcat, truck on these b-tches (skrt)
hundred thousand dollar angle, three roll full of b-tches (ah)
i ain’t playing’ round, new range roll for the misses (ah)
matching his and hers bust downs, forty-one milli
new crib by the lake b-tch, i need a new kitchen
f-ckin’ bet the whole crib like some mothaf-ckin fishes
i throw a richer on the spitter b-tch, suck me till i’m dry
got elixir and a whip, ask her how far is dubai
stretch an opp like a first-class seat, whoa
my underbars never hurt if you don’t speak, whoa
twenty-one whip, forty-one wrist
glizzy got a first cause, they don’t paint it on the crip
[pre-chorus]
everybody k!ller, that sh-t be cap
had them buzzers coming throated, they just screaming nae (no no no)
everbody k!ller, f-ck what you claim
when we slide from respect, mothaf-ckin fame

[chorus]
everybody k!ller, we don’t give a f-ck
you could be from my hood, still get snuffed
everybody k!ller, we don’t lack nothin’
that boy went from white peter to a black tux, uh

{outro]
ayy juce, let me know sum

- 28av

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