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letra de pbs kids - autumn & summrs

[verse 1: summrs]
i got a k with hundred rounds
n-gga hate just like a clown
i’m off a perk ’cause it put me down
you bottom tier n-gga, sit down
you is with your puppies and i’m with my hounds
free my dogs straight out of the pound
smoking [?] straight out of the pond
[?] smoking [?] boat
n-gga take me as a joke
she said she wanna touch me, i’m like no
can’t f-ck with you ’cause you too broke
g2 instruments go blow
he just a little man, he not my bro
she hanging on my d-ck just like a rope
i’m top tier, little n-gga i’m a pro
i hop on the beat, i’m ready [?]
i swear that i’m trained but she got me beat
are you talking to me, you don’t got a [?]
it’s lil’ rino for the win
i’m jugging this [?] just like [?]
[?] mode for the [?]
what is he doing, put him on the [?]
she sucking my d-ck, she sucking it french
i get the lean from the cbs
he said i’m broke, then that’s bs
he just a kid on pbs
get that boy gone just like a [?]
get that boy gone just like the rest
lil’ rino i’m up, i can never rest
i’m mixing the drugs, up for a test
i’m quick as f-ck just like a xan
i’m hiding the drugs up in the net
[?] rap n-gga, i’m the best
they gave me a xan and it was so pressed
i can’t even lie, i was so impressed
she all up in my line, she show her br–sts
wanna give me neck and i’m like yes
north face it ain’t guess
how much did i pay, could you guess
[verse 2: autumn]
glock nineteen and it’s surpressed
f-cking this b-tch she gave me access
he want some smoke, sent him the address
gas got me lifted like i bench press
g star mix with the almost
sippin’ on lean [?] french toast
rino [?] like where it go
i put the raff on my b-tch toe
snakes in the grass so i gotta mow
pockets on fat and your sh-t on low
i’m playing that n-gga like a banjo
i get that boy gone just like it’s nothing
he said i’m joke that boy must be bluffing
i’m shooting precision, b-tch i’m getting buckets
i’m pressing these little n-ggas just like a b-tton
i get the bands, yeah, by a dozen
i keep a kat, yeah, just like a russian
he don’t wanna smoke all of a sudden
n-ggas keep playing, shooters get summoned
i’m better today, but it ain’t nothing
i’m rolling the gas [?] up in russian
b-tch suck my d-ck ’cause i’m buzzin’
sippin’ the fat and sippin’ tussin
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch, all he do is flex
i’m tattoted up like that n-gga gus
we we on the beat [?] feel like a bus
this hoe ain’t got safety, i’m finna bust

- autumn summrs

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