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letra de can't spell - blac youngsta

[intro]
(impossible music dreams music group)
what’s up, p-ssy?
you lookin’ at a motherf-ckin’ true gangsta, n-gga
rest in peace king fish
real king of memphis, n-gga, i stand on that
gang-gang, gang, gang-gang

[verse 1]
who you lie for?
who you rob? who you shot for? (who?)
who you look out for for?
when the boy down, who you willin’ to die for? (who?)
i know plenty n-ggas, say they gettin’ money but them n-ggas not us (not us)
i know plenty b-tches, say they f-ckin’ rich n-ggas but they not us (not us)
ho, stop lyin’, talking ’bout you pregnant, ho, that was not me (no)
ho, calm down, you gon’ be alright, you just need a plan b (ghost)
let me tell you ’bout plan c, whole time she was playin’ me (d-mn)
thinkin’ with my d-ck, first day i met, gave that b-tch plan d (ho)
i was feelin’ bad, i was tryna help her, she was on the plan e
than i made her f, then i brought a play, so i hopped on plan g (you know how thеy go)
h, i, k, that’s a hunnid rounds if you think you playin’ me (grrah)
l, m, g, rest in peacе g, tryin’ a n-gga lmg
q, r, s, i want [?] a letter, p-ssy n-gga bury me (b-tch)
t, u, v, i send my slime, come through and they cheer you (skrr)
w, x, i’ll slime you out ‘fore we get to y, z (baow)
i’m a real k!ller, i don’t really tell n-ggas sh-t ’bout me (who the f-ck is you, n-gga?)
[chorus]
big bl–dy sh-t, they don’t play ’bout me
four hunnid shots, ain’t talkin’ yg
we ain’t got no room, f-ck in the lobby
four pockets full, my pockets foggy
big bl–dy sh-t, they don’t play ’bout me (that’s on blood)
four hunnid shots, ain’t talkin’ yg (you get slashed)
we ain’t got no room, f-ck in the lobby (k!ll you like a stroke)
four pockets full, my pockets foggy

[verse 2]
let me in, b-tch ass n-gga
force my way in, stretch his [?] (eat the glock, b-tch)
rob you for your [?] watch
young n-gga want everything you got (move, get a face shot)
mafioso with his head, we count sheep, boy, we take your time
i took my trust out the streets, i only trust my god and glock (i swear to god)
[?] to the last
’cause they know i come solid as a rock (why these n-ggas lyin’?)
i get you hit for the cheap, i swear to god you’re [?] ([?] me i’m fine)
police found him dead, they found somebody ’cause his body hot (body)
thought he od’s off that drank ’til they discover his body shots (aye)
made a promise to my brothers, i’ma make sure all your k!llers dead
we whacked the [?] but we want some more, it’s off with they head
i’m tryna k!ll everybody that had somethin’ to do with that, money on they head
the rap game it turned [?] before, these rap n-ggas scared
they askin’ me, “youngsta, what you reppin’?”, i rep heavy camp (youngsta, what you reppin’?)
gun on your head soon as you diss the camp, this that heavy stamp (gang)
soon as i bust shots, you know they vamp, that’s that heavy bounce (gang-gang, gang, gang-gang)
hit my b-tch from the back then the lamp, that’s on heavy camp
my k!llers vampires ’cause they vamp, that’s on heavy camp
they never go home and go to sleep, that’s on heavy camp (gang-gang, gang-gang)
and they creep, that’s on gang-gang, gang, gang-gang
[outro]
heavy camp

- blac youngsta

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