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letra de demon baby - 4d kap

what?
yea!
big kap
blrrrd
huh?
yea
(gonnarob)
(lil b-tch)
b-tch i’m a demon baby run em down hit with the drac’ (come here!)
i told that b-tch to throw that ass i’m tryna see it shake
i finger f-ck the choppa
pray to god that i don’t catch a case (uh-huh)
200 on the dash lil b-tch i’m tryna dodge the jakes (we gone)
we in the trap wit mac-11s and a couple ks (blrrd)
b-tch i been thuggin, since a youngin that sh-t won’t a phase (on god)
b-tch if we spot a opp
we drop em that’s just how we’re raised (boom, boom)
for kap, she get down on her knees like she just tryna pray (no kap)
b-tch i’m just tryna slide & slide & slide & slide again (skrrt)
we walk up in the function, two glocks and a fn in (fah)
she can’t take d-ck she push me back
i ain’t еven put it in (fah, fah)
ain’t even tryna’ f-ck this hoе
lil b-tch just send your friend (yo’ friend)
we deep up in that van like 50, we got many men (uh-huh)
lil bro just shoot sh-t with his left he never use two hands (uh-huh)
he tryna beef with gtk, that sh-t just like a trend (b-tch)
she tryna fawk on a young n-gga cause i got them bands
b-tch we four deep in that honda civic
okay let’s get it get it
n-ggas really p-ssy f-ck that image
his top we bound to split it
tried to f-ck without a rubber told that b-tch give me a minute
she a virgin, told her open up and put my d-ck right in it (uh-huh)
b-tch we in that sprinter with them choppas
windows never tinted (blrrah)
i just gotta new pack from the plug
my momma hate the scent
new coupe it go fast it’s never rented
n-ggas really spinning
oppositions broke ain’t got no money
n-ggas pockets thinning
he spoke on who? that glock go
fah fah
b-tch they block we bending
i lost my all so b-tch
you see “li dizzy” on that’s f-cking pendent
he must ain’t heard, it’s 3k for a body
b-tch i’m bound to spend it
i drop sh-t when i want to
f-ck a label b-tch i’m independent
f-ck what they bang just grab yo flag and let it hang
we send em up there wit’ jesus that p-ssy n-gga sn-tch this chain
ima lil dread headed n-gga just like keef i let it bang
and for the clique
she sucking d-ck
then kick her out forgot her name
no epic game, put a bounty on his head and get him gone
like f-ck a blunt, if he a opp we put his blood in styrofoam
no instrument, we up the bl!ck and let it ring like xylophone
we caught that n-gga by himself it hit his top he died alone
li folks a bandit, take yo shii lil hoe we got all kind of phones
we call his bluff he think he tough, li b-tch we fix all kind of tones
yea my li gangsta b-tch she down to blow f-ck if i’m right or wrong
straight off the dome
can’t even say the last time i wrote a song
big kap

- 4d kap

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