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letra de incomplete mission - baby chan

[intro]
like, grahh (elvis)
grahh, grahh, boom
like, grahh
grahh
like, i don’t know why the f-ck y’all n-ggas keep dissin’, n-gga, like
i don’t even know what to say to y’all n-ggas, man
suck my d-ck, like, grahh, grahh

[verse]
n-ggas link up and think sh-t is safe
i’m tryna put an ewok in his place
lil’ rocky got spit in his face
with this g, word to bro, i can never relate
b-tch, you on d-ck, and you not from the h
how you switch on ya hood? y’all n-ggas be fake
tg was jet, now you jackin’ you makk
f-ck it, i’ma shoot him in his face (elvis)
lil’ n-gga came home from prison, said he on that
n-ggas be mad ’cause they see that we winnin’
catch a g and hit ’em in his biscuit
he wasn’t jet ’cause that dumb n-gga missed it
shorty a treesh, how could you kiss it?
they got me on hots, on bro, i know i’m gifted
slide thru the h, and this sh-t’ll get wicked
f-ck all my opps, i can [?]
let me know, double o, whеre you at?
get on him, like ewok, 48 thе makk
n-ggas keep dissin’ and haven’t got back
dd a b-tch, i’ma leave it at that
lil doobie a b-tch, and your sister got crashed
you ain’t get back, you know that sh-t is sad
n-ggas soft, i swear they got me mad
jayo got punched and he was doin’ bad
they wanna diss, so we can play those games
i do this sh-t for bro, they do it for the fame
we ain’t jackin’ the h ’cause they lame
three double o, they know who put in pain
y’all n-ggas dissin’ and that sh-t a shame
i got my g, i don’t gotta explain
300, lil’ b-tch, remember that’s this name
you ain’t crashin’ no jet, get flocka take his chain (elvis)
i’m out on bail, and i still keep a stick too
up for the summer, just know i’ma get you
n-ggas on d-ck, why you mentionin’ brick too?
he can get hit if he walk with his b-tch too
r.i.p b-tta, my n-gga, i miss you
‘member all them times that i was with you
r.i.p 22, i can’t forget you
talk on my brothers, we just gon’ dismiss you
but you can’t lack, i pray that i get ripped too
they want me dead, i gotta keep my pistol
meet you, you b-tch, i see you, i won’t miss you
you just a fiend, let me know, what’s the issue?
makkin’ ’em up, mark is a b-tch too
word to my d-ck, i came with sticks too
[?] got poked, so lil’ b-tch, let me get you
n-gga got poked, took a flight to the yams
that was me, i would’ve let it blam
and i never did bad, i put that on my mans
word to bro, my new b-tch, and it’s fat
she said she like it when i’m in her pants
rsbk, y’all n-ggas is fans
he got beat up in school, imagine in the can
havin’ smoke wasn’t part of the plan
but f-ck it, turn them n-ggas to a strain, grahh

- baby chan

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