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letra de no remorse - bando kd

[intro: bando kd]
([?] on this b-tch)
ayy, long live baby tae
ayy, ayy, free baby dre, go
mblock, b-tch
ayy

[chorus: bando kd]
steady puttin’ me top tier, tell they ass i’m number four
mblock turnt as h-ll, they ridin’ ’round with guns longer than a sword
and that b-tch tryna have my baby, tell her ass she gotta abort
srt, this b-tch too fast, i might slide this b-tch in sport
my lil’ white b-tch, she too boujee, she don’t eat no f-ckin’ pork
i might drip down in dior and these n-ggas don’t want war
and these n-ggas, they be scared ’cause they let mblock in the door
a hundred shots when we ride, b-tch, we ain’t showin’ no remorse

[verse 1: bando kd]
n-ggas mad that mblock turnt and, b-tch, we went up on the score
don’t do that rah-rah talkin’, you won’t catch me goin’ back and forth
too many shots fired, light this b-tch up just like the fourth
now they mamas cryin’, don’t give no f-ck ’cause they shouldn’t of shot at us (go, go, go, go)
ayy, just tell ’em turn me up (go, huh?)
and my name known up in these streets, lil’ kd hot as f-ck (hot, hot)
we been tweakin’ on the 9, b-tch, we got this b-tch sewed up (go, huh?)
if my shorty get the ups, his ass can’t move, run or duck (ayy)
[chorus: bando kd & blasian doll]
steady puttin’ me top tier, tell they ass i’m number four
mblock turnt as h-ll, they ridin’ ’round with guns longer than a sword (go, glah, glah)
and that b-tch tryna have my baby, tell her ass she gotta abort
srt, this b-tch too fast, i might slide this b-tch in sport (skrrt)
my lil’ white b-tch, she too boujee, she don’t eat no f-ckin’ pork
i might drip down in dior and these n-ggas don’t want war (huh?)
and these n-ggas, they be scared ’cause they let mblock in the door
a hundred shots when we ride, b-tch, we ain’t showin’ no remorse (go, go, go, go, uh, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: blasian doll]
hundred shots up this car, they can’t get up on this
n-ggas only cliquin’ up to rap, they made another diss
got your homies in my ‘wood and in my cup i’m drinkin’ tris (i’m smokin’ you)
n-gga in my dm tryna spin, now that’s another l!ck
f-ck that, kd, tell they ass that, b-tch, we top two (top two)
what’s his name got hit up in his sh-t and now we up a deuce (we up two)
can’t get over what happened to my people, so i drug abuse (i take percs)
n-gga dissin’ gudda in they raps and now we smokin’ you
you can’t put me on no list if i ain’t number one (i ain’t number one)
they like, “what you do?” i don’t do sh-t but spank that ass for fun
think he ready for this sh-t, i bet this flash’ll make him run (make him run)
from that 7 block, we always lit and keep a hundred guns, b-tch

[chorus: bando kd & blasian doll]
steady puttin’ me top tier, tell they ass i’m number four
mblock turnt as h-ll, they ridin’ ’round with guns longer than a sword (yeah)
and that b-tch tryna have my baby, tell her ass she gotta abort
srt, this b-tch too fast, i might slide this b-tch in sport
my lil’ white b-tch, she too boujee, she don’t eat no f-ckin’ pork
i might drip down in dior and these n-ggas don’t want war (go)
and these n-ggas, they be scared ’cause they let mblock in the door (go, go)
a hundred shots when we ride, b-tch, we ain’t showin’ no remorse (go)
[outro: bando kd]
b-tch, we ain’t showin’ no remorse
on foenem

- bando kd

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