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letra de 31 shots* - 41, kyle richh, jenn carter & tata

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[intro: kyle richh]
f-ck, 4zz on top, n-gga
baow, f-ck the opps

[chorus: kyle richh]
got the stick in the party, push up on me, i’ma clap you (baow, baow)
if it’s beef we could battle, ups, it ain’t nothin’ to bag you (like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
why you think that he crazy? throw a shot, leave him stuck like a statue (like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
n-ggas don’t want to die, i got thirty-one shots, and i’m sendin’ ’em at you (like, grrah, grrah, b-tch)

[verse 1: jenn carter]
grrah, i keep a— no, i do not fight
f-ck up the party, rb to my right
when i call up lt, he not movin’ polite
when i’m totin’ my bl!ck, i bet they move aside
if he be with me, he slide to provide
i cannot lack over p-ssy, you fried
when i walk through that block, i put trust in my guys
if he push up, he get sent to the sky

[chorus: kyle richh]
got the stick in thе party, push up on me, i’ma clap you (baow, baow)
if it’s beef we could battle, ups, it ain’t nothin’ to bag you (likе, grrah, grrah, grrah)
why you think that he crazy? throw a shot, leave him stuck like a statue (like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
n-ggas don’t want to die, i got thirty-one shots, and i’m sendin’ ’em at you (like, grrah, grrah, b-tch)
[verse 2: tata]
grrah, n-ggas don’t want to die, n-gga, i got like thirty-one shots in this g left (baow, baow)
n-gga, opp gettin’ shot thru a phone, i got bro on a call, he tryna play some defense
take one, chill, lil’ n-gga, that’s the pretest, i’m on his side, i’m tryna k!ll a b next
i did a drill, i’m p-ssin’ on my hands, i can’t go to the crib, i switch the fit and reset
wavy with g, i never got a defect, why he keep watchin’? think that boy a detect (baow, baow)
went to the opps, there was n0body there, the next time i go back in fl!ckin’, who i see next? n-gga (word to my dead)
i swear this sh-t never jammin’, i let the g2 sing like it’s janet
hop out this black nissan and they vanish, i see them on [?] on the street, i’ma wind it, n-gga

[chorus: kyle richh]
got the stick in the party, push up on me, i’ma clap you (baow, baow)
if it’s beef we could battle, ups, it ain’t nothin’ to bag you (like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
why you think that he crazy? throw a shot, leave him stuck like a statue (like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
n-ggas don’t want to die, i got thirty-one shots, and i’m sendin’ ’em at you (like, grrah, grrah, b-tch)

- 41 kyle richh jenn carter tata

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