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letra de deebo - 44 bird & kalon mac

[verse 1: 44 bird]
hit him in the head with the 5 he got scoot back
bird and kalon mac is the goat i say true that
another b-tch left me, but i still clap
i lost my old sh-t had to get a new gat
p-ssy smell like sh-t ’cause i f-cking ate jack
pass that bih like melo, you know i don’t play that
rip my brother, imma get my payback
i ain’t puling up but i’ll tell you where the crib at
ain’t got my license but you know imma whip that
just got her number but she sending pic’s of her ass
she in love me ’cause i’m fly and i smoke grass
she think that i’m a cheetah ’cause she saying i’m going too fast

[verse 2: kalon mac]
no f-cks i’m going 50 in a school zone
moving in the m3 this one got 2 doors
up at newport posted up at leedo
got a chip on my shoulder, no doritos
homies got the tools on them like they home depot
plug up in san fran he like “go deebo!”
i could do everything i’m a real cheat code
stunting on all y’all, evil knievel
stripper b-tch got me brick, shaq at the free throw
white b-tch slurp me in the morning like some starbucks
screaming out my name, would’ve thought she was starstruck
building this cult following, andrew luck
most hated ’cause i’m one of the greats, westbrook russ
angels by my side i fight these demons yeah i’m blessed up
disrespect the gang best believe you’ll remember us
hit you with the earth, wind, and fire like september cuh
[verse 2: 44 bird]
b-tch said she playing me that’s some blasphemy
got a couple shooters in oc that’ll blast for me
last week i had your baby momma throw it back for me
now my ex calling my phone wanna get back with me
punching in the booth, i’m getting p-ssed off
finna push you to the ground like you chris paul
i f-cked that white b-tch inside the brea mall
she said it taste like weed when she drain my b-lls
quit putting your hand out i don’t owe you
sorry b-tch but you gotta leave but my moms coming home soon
hit the bih once and she act like she don’t know you
all these hoes running ’round and they telling no truth
you wanna end up f-cking you need the permission
i ball like i’m mike i got 23 b-tches
i’m shooting my shot and i’m never missing
i’m gulping the wock and this sh-t is delicious
that p-ssy delicious

- 44 bird kalon mac

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