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letra de range / ya kno - benjicold

[part 1: range]

[intro]
yeah, uh
that n-gga, uh
that n-gga—

[chorus]
that n-gga p-ssy, gang, he ain’t do sh-t
talking so crazy, that n-gga didn’t do it, but shootin’ out my glock like a stoolie
my little b-tch wanna give me that top, that b-tch wanna give me that ooey-uh
broke little b-tch and she saying, “my slatt”
my go cop an asian but they look like liu kang
i’ma go call up johnny then they go get that range
i chop up the block, yeah, lil’ n-gga, we insane
b-tch, i feel like naruto, but i bring the pain
b-tch, i got two glocks, b-tch, all i got aim
f-cking that little b-tch p-ssy, yeah, that b-tch, she slain
i’m f-cking that b-tch, [?]
that p-ssy ass n-gga need to maintain
that n-gga, he white, tryna gang bang
play with that n-gga, not twister, n-gga, not a game
with this big ar, b-tch, it got range
[verse]
pull up in an srt, they say, “dang”
b-tch, if i die, b-tch, i’ma go out with a bang
your b-tch a ho, yeah, giving that top
that b-tch a bopper, b-tch, she give helmut lang
your b-tch hop up in the car, she wanna suck my d-ck, and that b-tch, she really want the fame
all of these n-ggas, they talkin’ that sh-t, yeah, my n-ggas, they h-ll, they’ll pull up with pistol
n-gga, he all in the instagram talking that sh-t, like, “p-ssy n-gga, what’s the issue?”
b-tch, we gonna pull on your lil’ block, we k!ll you, n-gga, yeah, they not gonna miss you, yeah

[part 2: ya kno]

[verse]
on the floor, he get low
i was riding with the draco in that ghost, baby, yeah you know
i was riding ’round with the real n-ggas, double cup, yeah, we sip it slow
and that b-tch off the f-ckin’ perc’, dancin’ like a crazy man on the floor
and y’all talkin’ crazy on the guys, lil’ n-gga, you get hit, yeah, you talkin’ sh-t
i was riding ’round with that main b-tch, yeah, she suck my d-ck, yeah, she ain’t sh-t
my n-gga ride around in tonka
all of my n-ggas, they lane switch
codeine sweet, n-gga, w-lly wonka
i call up the plug, n-gga, like, “what’s up, b-tch?”
i would never go out sad for a b-tch, like h-ll nah, n-gga, like why would i bite?
why would i dub on that muhf-ckin’ b-tch if that b-tch can’t give me head? go suck the c-ck
baby, she tryna go call up my phone, i told that b-tch, “shut up”, lil’ b-tch, i am [?]
and that lil’ b-tch, yeah, she got a lil’ b-tt, i told that lil’ b-tch, “i’m high, you can die”
feel like a d-mn [?]
slide on the beat, lil’ n-gga got slashed
ride with the muhf-ckin’ slatts, we ran that muhf-ckin’ red, lil’ b-tch, [?]
[?], he f-cking with that little b-tch and that b-tch ridin’ ’round like a tide
b-tch, i’m like running this beat, oh my god, little n-gga, i’m done, but b-tch, i ain’t tired

- benjicold

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