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letra de murda flow - 4kkrashout x 1k x 2thrul x tts hostile - 4kkrashoutt

[4kkrashoutt] n-gga this that murda flow i’m known to let that 30 blow, lil bro hoppin’ out the v hop out in feet and let that 30 go and he thought this sh-t was sweet he spoke on 3 lil bruh we murda folks, i was on the corner sellin’ dope two shots to the head hey losin’ hope f-cked yo b-tch my d-ck was in her throat, tried to run but this sh-t go a scope when i see lil bruh he finna float smoke these opps i might just overdoes cop the gas i got it for the low they got no cash yeah then f-ck n-ggas broke, they won’t spin because i got that pole if i catch brodie im gon take his soul [1k] i got many manz up in this banz he try to slime ima cut off his hands if i catch me a rat he gеt knocked off for a band, uh i just threw a ten man all up in my systеm man choppa hit his back watch a f-ck n-gga drop man, and they got the lo tell them f-ck n-ggas come spin fasho. duckin’ from who? y’all n-ggas ain’t nun y’all n-ggas sh-t fasho hop in the gride i get the f-ck ion give a f-ck he gets smacked wit the pole [2thrul] no hop in the gride i got a g lock he must be crazy he think he got me popped i hop on the beat make a n-gga beatbox he callin’ [?] he goin outside [?] i leave his deceased cause that n-gga talk a lot pull up on yo block it ain’t nothin’ to talk about cause i’m finna shoot it out [?] i’m finna shoot it out [?] bro got a glock and i got a ruger now [tts hostile] aye aye n-ggas keep on tryna play me like i ain’t gon’ swing that fye ima swing it b-tch, look you in yo eyes right while you die ion play tha p-ssy sh-t n-ggas kno how i get down uh spin up on his block and ran that p-ssy out of town, i been tryna stay on beat but i can’t let no n-gga play me spin his block in that mercedes i’m gettin ‘s benz why you hatin’ yeen gettin’ no money money b-tch why you faking stop wit that cap boy why you lyin’ im puttin’ presser, ain’t even tryin’ he on a stretcher for all that dissin. ap leave his face missin’ straight b-tch you stay dissin’ my n-ggas barkin’ b-tch you hissin’ we really slidin’ that’s the difference late night come out get his gone im in that mode b-tch hit my phone lil nasty b-tch can’t leave me lone she like how toni lay the d-ck

- 4kkrashoutt

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