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letra de enemies - ak juice

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aye, aye, aye

wrap ‘em up just like it’s christmas, you on my hit list scorpion, b-tch imma finish

nle feel like a menace
yo shorty l!ckin’
know that that choppa be bl!ckin

grown ass n—- you b-tchin’
just like some b-tches
lurkin’ on kim k’s insta
shorty gon take me a picture
look like a snicker
run up get capped like a fitted

doin’ this sh-t for my family
if you an enemy
run up get cooked like a recipe

shorty gon l!ck on my sesame
that n—- testin’ me
gotta defend on my legacy

switchin’ so that n—- dead to me
too much insanity
choppa gon shoot at you rapidly

said we got beef but he dappin’ me
stop all that cappery
choppa gon bake like a bakery

speakin’ just like im a preacher
he get mad, she get mad, they get mad
b-tch i get heated

broken faucet, choppa leakin’
“ak tweakin’, that n—- swear he a demon”
ak n—- on the lyrics
hear that “ak” then my n—- you know he gon k!ll it

bob the builder, said he drillin’
he ain’t did it, that n—- saw it, a witness

hop on the beat i get jiggy
yo bitty friendly
n—-s be b-tches, they petty

you ain’t no k!ller, you sissy
yo glock pretty
gimme that sh-t, you ain’t’ wit it

n—- gon say im a b-tch?

touch on my momma or brother if you on that sh-t

better not touch on sh-t

promise, on brodie you do it you gonna get hit

n—-s don’t know how i get

caught me a loss and a couple, but ian no b-tch
young turnt n—-, i’m p-ssed

stay out of drama, it find me, the world on my d-ck

f-ck it, i might ‘well get lit

get me some bread and go boxin’ and get me a stick

said that i wouldn’t be sh-t

now look, yo momma and shorty be bumpin’ my sh-t

n—-s don’t know how it is

devil come to get you, demons talkin’ to you, and you always in your head

f-ck it i might aswell be dead

but i gotta get the bread

make sure my n—-s ain’t dead

and my momma gettin’ fed, promise you don’t wanna be in my head

aye, get popped like a percy, a druggie
choppa gon make a n—- do the dougie

and if you live it, n—- you is lucky
jumpin’ and dodgin’, have a n—- duckin’

and if a n—- talkin’, plottin’ funny
bullets gon’ hip and hop just like a bunny

that n—- soft as h-ll, he be a gummy
thinkin’ i’m stupid, n—- you a dummy

choppa gon’ shoot a n—- in the stomach
f-ckin’, she feel the d-ck up in her tummy

f&n, duffle bag it so its hidden
shorty gon taste the s-m-n like it’s honey

n—-s be hatin’ on me with no money
choppa gon heat a n-gga like it’s sunny

n—-s don’t squabble now, these n—-s gunnin’
then they gon say they gangster? it be funny

aye, glock 26, f&n
smith and wessons

learn with the stick
go and teach a n-gga lessons

go and get some bread
when yo life give you lemons

and you know my name, “akg” , i’m a demon

no n—-, you is not active
stop all that cappin’
stupid ass sh-t you be rappin’

no n—-, you is not reppin’
don’t got no weapon
matter fact, n—- you petty

no n—-, you is not steppin’
blood spill leakin’
yes, that be where you be headed

if a n—- try to play me, or stay hatin
pan him up, cook him like bacon

sh-ttin’ on n—-s, i might need a diaper

aye, n—-s want smoke?
here’s the lighter

pinocchio hit him, like he be a lier
aye, if i got stick we not fighting

we don’t be snitchin’, my n—-s stay silent
aye, n—-s out here really dyin’

brodie got shot, why you sittin’ there quiet?

my n-gga die? then them bullets start flyin’

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