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letra de keeping pace - bandhunta izzy

[into]
yea eat it up chump, eat it up

[chorus: badhunta izzy]
how you keepin’ peace? without my peace no i can’t sleep
my lil [?] pop it and he ’bout to creep i drop the [?] i smell that p-ssy
don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my sh-t extended
just like my b-tch extensions
nah you ain’t hangin’ out with the gang i checked out your credentials
we use to beatin’ on you n-ggas like you instrumentals
nah i ain’t fakin’ like i’m savage it’s just semi-mental
my hollow tip fly out the glock i land it on your temple
i did that for my brother and yea i know that n-gga dead
he was a head [?] so ima [?] on ya (rrrra)
we creepin’ down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
don’t got no love [?] when i said “f-ck ya” (f-ck)

[verse 1: badhunta izzy]
whenever we talkin’ ’bout slidin’ b-tch i’m head honcho (b-tch i’m head honcho)
whoever be on they side we need they head pr-nto (come here give me that)
brody got no mind, that n-gga went dead honchos
i know some hoovers [?] come through your set like broncos
[?] clip reloads
stay on the line, free throw
playing with metal, magneto
b-tch i’m a boss we ain’t equal
spin on the block if i miss spin again for a sequel
come in the gang i teach you, [?]
have things lookin’ to eat ya
glizzy be yelling like “preach it”
clean up the block, go on the street with a sweeper
[chorus: ?]
how you keepin’ peace? without my peace no i can’t sleep
my lil [?] pop it and he ’bout to creep i drop the [?] i smell that p-ssy
don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my sh-t extended
just like my b-tch extensions
nah you ain’t hangin’ out with the gang i checked out your credentials
we use to beatin’ on you n-ggas like you instrumentals
nah i ain’t fakin’ like i’m savage it’s just semi-mental
my hollow tip fly out the glock i land it on your temple
i did that for my brother and yea i know that n-gga dead
he was a head [?] so ima [?] on ya (rrrra)
we creepin’ down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
don’t got no love [?] when i said “f-ck ya” (f-ck)

[verse 2: g herb]
crease a n-gga, hot iron
burn his skin, glock nine
pull up on him, stop sign
let it bark, rottweiler
we nail all the ops, ain’t no more smokin’ that, we just stop violence
n-ggas beefed on that, we caught him up close, and they got silent
we don’t do the internet, 40 to a n-gga neck, shorty really into that
get a n-gga t wet, stretchin’ like a v-neck, bullets gon reject
pull up in a t-rex and i hit n-ggas d-reck, know its a g-check
p-ssy we need that ain’t gon say nothin’ back but just know that we seen that
[chorus: badhunta izzy]
how you keepin’ peace? without my peace no i can’t sleep
my lil [?] pop it and he ’bout to creep i drop the [?] i smell that p-ssy
don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my sh-t extended
just like my b-tch extensions
nah you ain’t hangin’ out with the gang i checked out your credentials
we use to beatin’ on you n-ggas like you instrumentals
nah i ain’t fakin’ like i’m savage it’s just semi-mental
my hollow tip fly out the glock i land it on your temple
i did that for my brother and yea i know that n-gga dead
he was a head [?] so ima [?] on ya (rrrra)
we creepin’ down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
don’t got no love [?] when i said “f-ck ya” (f-ck)

- bandhunta izzy

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