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letra de hide & seek - 9lokknine

[intro]
yo, enry
turn that sh-t, foo’
ayy, ayy

[chorus: glokknine]
hide and seek sh-t
we creep on ’em, after hours
i watched him pop it, now he geekin’
let them bullets shower
we call ’em milk, cause when sh-t hit the sun
they turnin’ sour
he playin’ possum, i’m just trynna’ blossom
like a flower
give me an hour, naw 30
all that beef devoured
i call him [?], i get evil
took yo’ [?] hours
better yet, lil ‘9 get even
like i’m trynna’ balance
i mask it up, all through the weekends
week days, i be clownin’
i’m the sh-t, these n-ggas tissue
like some f-ckin’ downy
if yeen gang, you can’t hang
get the f-ck from ’round me
i had to catch up like some mustard
remember, i was drownin’
i held my breathe until i caught up
got these n-ggas frownin’
i held my breathe until i caught up
got these n-ggas frownin’ (aye, aye)

[verse 2: fsg bangout]
it ain’t no question, when we step
i’m on some lethal weapon
i just givenchy’d my lil [?]
steppin’, how i’m steppin’
striped up like the referee
more knowledge than a reverend
no tellin’, but i’m tellin’ you
this glock here hold eleven
i might just alexander w-ng
me and her, polyester
she focused, when she give me brain
i call her [?] bless[?]
cooling system on the .223
sit on the dresser
i might just buck the jack for food
’cause i need all extras

[verse 3: rugratod]
they like, “jit, just pop the molly”
“jit, just pop the molly”
the way i rock out on you p-ssies
this no miley cyrus
he ain’ no k!ller, he be lyin’
he ain’ catch no body
oh he geekin’ out his body
he might start a riot
i’m makin’ moves, with that tool
robbin’ with that iron
made the news, stick and move
doin’ dead time
.40 cal, on my hip
oh, he hangin’ out
.40 cal, on my hip
oh, he hangin’ out

[chorus: glokknine]
i’m on some
hide and seek sh-t
we creep on ’em, after hours
i watched him pop it, now he geekin’
let them bullets shower
we call ’em milk, cause when sh-t hit the sun
they turnin’ sour
he playin’ possum, i’m just trynna’ blossom
like a flower
give me an hour, naw 30
all that beef devoured
i call him [?], i get evil
took yo’ [?] hours
better yet, lil ‘9 get even
like i’m trynna’ balance
i mask it up, all through the weekends
week days, i be clownin’
i’m the sh-t, these n-ggas tissue
like some f-ckin’ downy
if yeen gang, you can’t hang
get the f-ck from ’round me
i had to catch up like some mustard
remember, i was drownin’
i held my breathe until i caught up
got these n-ggas frownin’
i held my breathe until i caught up
got these n-ggas frownin’ (aye, aye)

[bridge: glokknine]
i just wanna’ sail
but they trynna’ down me (i swea’)
f-ck the school, i got expelled
kicked right off the campus (i’m gone)
think they talkin’ no appeal
so he got rerouted (oh yuh)
equipped with knowledge
i can’t even much tell you about it (uh huh)
so body, body
my lil n-ggas get the party started (gow)
i beg ya’ pardon, now i got it
i’on do the flodgin’ (uh uh)
don’t you take another step
’cause, b-tch, you past the margin (stop it)
i know my n-ggas, they gon’ step
just like they f-ckin’ marchin’ (gow)

[verse 5: foolio]
fifty bands, on yo’ head
you a f-ckin’ target (b-tch)
thirty draco in the .40 cal
on the market
play with me, that sh-t history
i’ma rosa park-it
in the stolo, we like [?]
trynna’ catch a body (in the stolo)
cnn, breaking news
he the trending topic (d-mn)
rest up kendre, and lil vontae, and lil tommy gotti (tommy gotti)
dead people in my blunt
guess i’m smokin’ zombies (d-mn)
this sh-t w.w.e
war with everybody (everybody)
got lil tyrese in the tent
lil bra’ stuck in [?] (stuck in [?])
hit ’em with a level ten
for attempted [?] (attempted [?])
and glokknine, got a nine
rodger that and [?}

[bridge: glokknine]
ya’, oh ya’, oh ya’
aye
i just wanna’ sail
but they trynna’ down me (i swea’)
f-ck the school, i got expelled
kicked right off the campus (i’m gone)
think they talkin’ no appeal
so he got rerouted (oh yuh)
equipped with knowledge
i can’t even much tell you about it (uh huh)
so body, body
my lil n-ggas get the party started (gow)
i beg ya’ pardon, now i got it
i’on do the flodgin’ (uh uh)
don’t you take another step
’cause, b-tch, you past the margin (stop it)
i know my n-ggas, they gon’ step
just like they f-ckin’ marchin’ (gow)

- 9lokknine

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