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letra de field - beo lil kenny & stupid duke

[intro: beo lil kenny]
(ayy, jb, you sauced up) oh yeah
beo status
past the moon, oh yeah
yeah

[verse 1: beo lil kenny]
spank him on they ass, n-gga, this ain’t no fraternity (no fraternity)
when he gets mad, all his friends start joinin’ me (joinin’ me)
one opps, two opps, yeah, and they orderly (huh, ha)
all they rap about is jewelry and money, that get bored to me (bored)
thuggin’ with the haitians, got a football field on my neck (football filed)
yeah, i shot a n-gga and a b-tch, these bullets unis-x (yeah)
whole lot of mob sh-t, you can call us irish men
wild members, rings on my hand, that’s my weddin’ band (band)
don’t talk about no bodies, n-gga, we got them ’bout the boo-koo (boo-koo)
poppin’ too much sh-t, the kids say i smell like doo-doo (doo-doo)
blue money, green money, pink, look like froot loops (froot loops)
straight 5’7, leavin’ hoes lookin’ like hula hoops (hula hoops)
hoes on my line, tell them b-tches, “i don’t play at all” (nah)
mansion full of bad b-tches, they callin’ me marley ma (marley ma)
wish that i could slide, but i got too much on the line (too much)
a hundred mill’ and they whole gang got it underlined (underlined)
rappers talkin’ sh-t, f-ck them n-ggas, i went and left on ’em (left on ’em)
them numbers that you got like hopscotch, i still step on ’em (step on ’em)
i ain’t bothered by these n-ggas, but they wishin’ death on me (death)
he paid an extra ten for the brick, i still stepped on it (still stepped on it)
[chorus: beo lil kenny]
open up your ears (open), shooter shoot the k!ll (shoot him)
got your address, all i paid was a pill (oh yeah)
i ain’t need a meal just to make some blood spill (spill)
the new lieutenant down, yeah, i’m dyin’ in that field (dyin’)
field (field), field, field (field)
talk that yin yang, get you tore up out the frame
hundred million dollars, that’s my motherf-ckin’ aim (that’s my aim)
they murder your lil’ homie, i swear it ain’t to see his brain

[verse 2: stupid duke]
i be on some laid back sh-t, chillin’ with your b-tch
money over b-tches, lil’ homie, i’ll never be a trick
caught him down bad, make him take his rollie off his wrist
caught him down bad, spinned his block, i hit him with a switch
n-ggas talkin’ games, i know i’m personal, he a real b-tch
money on your head, i’ma do it, i’ma take the hit
392, i scotched off, f-ckin’ up the street
tryna k!ll his brother and his cousin, the uncle restin’ in peace
p-ssy-ass n-gga, you ain’t heard i’m the king of the streets
don’t be talkin’ crazy on the ‘net, you’ll get the leak
caught a body last night, i washed myself off with some bleach n-ggas say he gangster, know he runnin’, he ain’t in the streets
layin’ in his yard in all black, you know i’m ready to creep
put him in the car and watch him fast, i rock his ass asleep
backseat game crutches, watch my work, i shoot him through the seat
set the car on fire, f-ck that n-gga, let him feel the heat
n-gga say he gangster on the field and when we on the beach
n-gga say he gangster, know he lyin’, went home for pc
who gave you the money or lil’ thought to come and f-ck with me?
i got real hitters and some haitians that’s gon’ step for me
[chorus: beo lil kenny]
open up your ears (open), shooter shoot the k!ll (shoot him)
got your address (yeah), all i paid was a pill (oh yeah)
i ain’t need a meal just to make some blood spill
the new lieutenant down, yeah, i’m dyin’ in that field
field (field), field (field), field
talk that yin yang, get you tore up out the frame (tore up out the)
hundred million dollars, that’s my motherf-ckin’ aim (that’s my aim)
they murder your lil’ homie, i swear it ain’t to see his brain

- beo lil kenny stupid duke

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