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letra de im coming - baby kia

[intro]
bah, bah, bah
skrrt, skrrt
yeah (yeah)
grrt, grrt
i’m comin’, ha, i’m comin’
yeah (grr, woof)
i’m comin’ (woof)
grr, baow, baow, baow
uh, grraow

[chorus]
it sound like bk comin’
i got two pet peeves on the drill, n-ggas hidin’ and runnin’
don’t make me mad, i’m throwin’ beer bottles with gasoline
told 30 chase him down, he turned around, he get shot in his spline
.762 smack you, h-llcat draggin’, told lil’ bro sn-tch the patek
we want everything, check all his pockets, even on his jacket (glrrrd)
okay, sh-t gettin’ wicked
n-ggas in they feelings ’bout a song, pull up and i get jiggy

[verse 1]
n-gga talk that sh-t inside the song, let’s see who really with it
pull up, side-by-side with day one, double twin mini glizzies (glrrrd, woof, woof)
drew out my drac’
percocet just took my head, i’m tryna bite a n-gga face (blrrrd)
n-ggas know what time, i’m on, you see bk on that 450
all black the gloves and nike pros and air force ones to match the glizzy
who the f-ck said i was hidin’? b-tch, i’m outside, try come and get me (grr, grr)
b-tch, i’m not leavin’ ’til i hit somethin’, tryna dislocate his kidney (woah, woah, woah)
[chorus]
woah, woah, woah
woof, woof, it sound like bk comin’
i got two pet peeves on the drill, n-ggas hidin’ and runnin’
don’t make me mad, i’m throwin’ beer bottles with gasoline
told 30 chase him down, he turned around, he get shot in his spline
.762 smack you, h-llcat draggin’, told lil’ bro sn-tch the patek
we want everything, check all his pockets, even on his jacket (glrrrd)
okay, sh-t gettin’ wicked
n-ggas in they feelings ’bout a song, pull up and i get jiggy

[verse 2]
oh no, kia boys, you better run, you see that soul
we like six cars back-to-back, ebrake almost just smacked the pole
gsp can’t f-ck with me, we can’t right you, know i’m sold
pit maneuver who? i got that wheel, just burn highway patrol
boom, boom, boom, boom, that’s how it sound
knockin’ at your door five times, you don’t come out, i burn it down
i will never run, i’m doin’ all the chasin’
got tired of the gun powder, start choppin’ sh-t up, baby jason

[chorus]
woah, woah, woah
woof, woof, it sound like bk comin’
i got two pet peeves on the drill, n-ggas hidin’ and runnin’
don’t make me mad, i’m throwin’ beer bottles with gasoline
told 30 chase him down, he turned around, he get shot in his spline
.762 smack you, h-llcat draggin’, told lil’ bro sn-tch the patek
we want everything, check all his pockets, even on his jacket (glrrrd)
okay, sh-t gettin’ wicked
n-ggas in they feelings ’bout a song, pull up and i get jiggy

- baby kia

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