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letra de king smoke - babydrill

[intro]
(who made that beat, mojo?)
(that b-tch go crazy)
(coupe)

[chorus]
most wanted in my city b-tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b-tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b-tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ die broke b-tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b-tch
got them b-tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b-tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh-t no jackie chan

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m back on bullsh-t
and i don’t them n-ggas understand (they don’t)
every time that it was smoke
p-ssy boy i never ran
heard they want my body count well lеt me give it to ’em rеal raw
one n-gga died (one n-gga)
two n-gga died (two n-gga)
three n-gga died (three n-gga)
(huh)
four n-gga died (four n-gga)
we was four deep, we all slid (buh, buh, buh, buh)
six n-ggas cried
i got momma’s crying, acting like they son still alive
i’m a grave digger b-tch, i put n-ggas past the sky
[chorus]
most wanted in my city b-tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b-tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b-tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ die broke b-tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b-tch
got them b-tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b-tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh-t no jackie chan

[verse 2]
b-tch before the rap i been that man
i ain’t have no goal, we shot at cans (buh, buh)
f-ck on this b-tch, she been a fan
i swing sticks like i’m serena williams
b-tch i’m a hood idol, real legend
always be remembered (always)
ain’t came from sh-t, now i got figures
f-ck the raw, packed up the k!ller (on god)
.308, blackout, yeah i know some blocks like bryson tiller
i really might act an ass when it come to my guys
spin bout n-ggas (straight ass)
i got to much to lose, changed the way i was living, hired k!llers
told bro to chill, but he ain’t listen
noname steve be smackin’ n-ggas
[chorus]
most wanted in my city b-tch, i’m king smoke (most wanted)
the biggest opp inside my throat (b-tch)
smushed his ass like he was a roach
b-tch i call the shots, don’t need no coach
can’t go to war you ain’t got no money (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ die broke b-tch
can’t go to war you ain’t got no shooters (can’t go to war n-gga)
you gon’ send ghost’s b-tch
got them b-tches cliqin’ up (woo)
i know they don’t stand a chance (uh, uh)
told them i’m the one
hopped out, huh bustin’ at ya mans
i don’t wanna squabbles
i drop b-tches, i told ’em i got hands (buh, buh, buh)
spin that block like ceiling fan
.308 kick sh-t no jackie chan

- babydrill

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