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letra de faces - bando kd

[intro: bando kd]
ayy, go
mask on, got me feelin’ like i’m jason, n-gga
the b-tch you love, i be f-ckin’, you be chasin’, n-gga
n-ggas scared when we pop out, b-tch, we don’t—, ayy

[verse 1: bando kd]
high-speed music, let’s take ’em on a chase
i be d-gg-n’ this lil’ b-tch, got me f-ckin’ up the brakes
n-ggas mad about that one sh-t, we got back for baby tae
green beam, red beam, put this b-tch all in your face
now let’s talk about these dead n-ggas, somewhere outer sp-ce
we catch a body everywhere we go, you better play it safe
for douwey 4, i just poured a four, now he in my drank
you got your brother with you, how the f-ck y’all die in the same place?
i was out here poppin’ sh-t up, it was me and baby dre
goin’ back-to-back on drills, we just picked up baby k
let’s grab the drac’, die y quick to strip a n-gga out his j

[verse 2: mblock die y]
huh? what? brr, huh? brr
please don’t make me act a fool, i’ll let this b-tch off in your face
please don’t try to duck and run, i’ll shoot this b-tch all through the gate
call a blitz, we gon’ hit a n-gga and stand all in his sh-t
he’s a b-tch, i just took a n-gga and walked off with his sh-t
he’s a snitch, he just told on ’em to get up out that b-tch
i’ma glitch, i’ma walk him down and hit him in his sh-t
you ain’t gotta drop my window, just know i’m bouncin’ out that b-tch
heard you front about them bodies just to be up in the mix
you’s a b-tch, he say he from what? treat him like a fan
if he get treated like a opp, then he get hit with gens
bullet hit him and his homie ’cause i blew that fan
this arp gon’ jump and jerk, but it’s gon’ hit his chin
i heard about them bodies, you ain’t really k!ll that man
we pulled up on them n-ggas, started playin’ “k!ller man”
and, b-tch, i’m super lit, i’m tryna f-ck you with your friend
and once i get the coochie, then i pass it to my mans, brr
[verse 3: kcmoney]
i be masked up like freddy
split his sh-t, we see spaghetti
n-ggas died up on this drift
arp, i hit the switch
rapid fire when it spit
n-ggas died behind this sh-t
how y’all claimin’ our work?
they whole block d-mn near tellin’
we done gave they ass the belt
walk through that b-tch broad day with choppers out like, “who first?”
they did shawn ass the worst, but ain’t do shirt but make a shirt
we be terrorizin’ n-ggas, we blame god for puttin’ ’em on this earth
call, we in that ‘lac, that same car that put your brother up
arp hold sixty, we outside tryna get busy
n-ggas scared to come around, we into it with the whole city

[outro: mblock die y]
punch me in, punch me in
let me hear that b-tch

- bando kd

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