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letra de kill bill - aka wuzi

[verse 1]
ayy
infrared jumpman hustle looking like i stomped you ’til you was a homicide
superman, blueberry spectro two’s when i slide
2012 was rocky and i was living trill
needed gold on my neck and gold in my grill
and money in my cup, i was sippin’ on maloof
17 years old, i was looking for the truth
i shoulda offed my sh-t, shoulda done that then
but that’s too much money to spend
and so instead we raising k’s at you chickens
chop a head off, ain’t no free ranger
ya girl said i’m too classy, almost changed my major
gassed me up so much i need a fuel saver
then i’ll ice my ny island girl out
put her on the rangers
i’m no stranger to f-ck n-ggas or f-ck sh-t
just cause i f-ck with you, girl, don’t mean i wanna f-ck… sh-t

[verse 2]
it only took a couple months to get my game great
so if you tryna hop up on this train, you a bit late
its no mistake if we talking ‘bout my past courting
but now i’m kicking it like young nagbe vs sporting
i claim i’m christian but be swearing and sh-t
but if i get the mclaren, i swear we sharing yo’ b-tch
because she always staring at me, she be glaring and sh-t
she told me i should get the drum and start snaring yo’ sh-t
or beat the f-ck out yo’ b-tch-ass dawg and make yo’ momma cry
ima leave you traumatized
cause if i flash my diamonds put the apb for genocide
extend the search to nationwide
and if i hear the sirens, hit south main and power slide
scorfin’, skating, leaving, lets ride
if oj didn’t do it, dawg, neither did i
i’m inside the coupe boy, having a ball
if you couldn’t catch me then, how you gon’ catch me at all?
ya dig
[verse 3]
look, how yo’ stance regular but you still a goofy?
put you in the chalk zone, call that boy rudy
it’s the kid wuski, fresh like some sushi
my goons go looney
just to make movies
you cannot move me, i gets unruly
curl like i’m jerry
jerry like jeudy
judy no judgement, not for the f-ck sh-t
not for the.. (f-ck)
sh-t, if you ain’t very tribal, i don’t care what you want
these nike checks on my feet got me fuego steppin’, its hot
you not really with it dawg, i know you like to talk
and i know they know i stay quiet but i move with the (shhhhh)
i move with nothing you bozo, you big dummy
you should worry ‘bout ya money
you should worry ‘bout ya honey cause she told me i’m different but we knew that girl!
said my st–z kinda’ crazy (we been through that girl!)
i been through this world, i’m not the one you should play with
and if you push me over know i’m shootin’ from the pr-ne
ima shoot to get you gone dawg, talking metaphoric
from k-masi to ph, my tribe is pre-historic

i been running ‘round the city but i do not get around
hope my mom don’t hear my music cause she not gon’ like the sound
and my pops gon’ tell me i should stop being vulgar
but the only time i’m square is with sena at trafalgar
ya get me? (ya get me?)
[outro]
ya dig? it’s wuzi, duh
it’s wuzi, duh

- aka wuzi

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