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letra de killa remix - budouble

[produced by jcanan beats and cartier jones]

[verse 1]
bandanna on my face, i swear they thought i was young pappy
that day day hit my lungs, my double cup i’m sippin’ alex
designer everything, from head to toe, b-tch i be stylin’
and all my n-ggas be wildin’, yo’ n-ggas ain’t got no mileage
f-ck you thought?
i go hard for my team, what the f-ck you mean?
this glock 40 came with a green bean
turn any n-gga that want beef into a string bean
no more ning things
all we tote is big sh-t, all we blow is big sh-t
pull up on the side of ’em n-ggas, now they -ss got to riding like they -ss can’t drive stick shift
all my n-ggas crack fours, and where i come from, you can’t trap until you learn how to blow a pole
out here in the streets, n-gga anything goes
i done seen some of the realest n-ggas get exposed, now they -ss just some hoes
just like the opps, always hiding, n-gga everyone knows
think they got b-lls though, every time we try to make some sh-t crack
we never find they -ss like war, though
rat-a-tat-tat, that’s the sound of my gat
i ain’t no coward, n-gga, i’on hit you from the back
i approach you from the front
head shot, face shot, next shot, send a couple more shots at his chest
someone lay that boy to rest
they trynna wake his -ss up, but he gone, please let that man rest
12 on our -ss, cause they can’t make arrests
we just make ’em come around and come clean up our mess, when we f-ck sh-t up

[interlude]
them old -ss mikes wit yo’ broke -ss
i done came a long way from having no cash
now my whole team got more bags
r.i.p young pappy, numba 6, 2 pap!
wait hol’ on

[verse 2]

two of everything, hoe we be f-cking sh-t up
couple mouth chops, i bet that be shutting sh-t up
played the hand i was dealt with, it was nothing but trust
i seen n-ggas get rich, i seen n-ggas get slumped
i’ma ’bout that life, n-gga
you don’t wanna gamble, you ain’t bout them dice, n-gga
i seen that n-gga get up out this life
n-gga still got whacked ’cause he had them stripes, n-gga
and they say they gon’ k!ll me
before you do that, that n-ggas gon’ feel me
you can get ’em k!lled for free, ain’t gotta pill me
i be gettin’ bricks on bricks, you think i’m building
shoot his -ss six on six, you think we filming
we just trynna catch more bodies and get a million
yo b-tch wanna suck on d-ck for some brazilian
then go home and kiss her man and her children
petty b-tch, and i ain’t wit’ none of that petty sh-t
turn a n-gga brains into spaghetti when that feather spit
you would think i’m freddy in yo dreams, n-gga
tell ’em what you seen, n-gga
when them chops hit yo -ss, i’ll have you scream, n-gga
put his -ss on a shirt, n-gga and on a screen, n-gga
put his -ss in the dirt, n-gga and on the sleeve, n-gga
when you hear how we did ’em, you ain’t gon’ believe n-ggas
nah mean, n-ggas?
so if i wasn’t scared, man, i’ll give you that
boy, i’m still in the streets, n-gga, i’ll meet you there
boy, they took my lil’ bro, i wanna see a n-gga brains hit the floor
have his mama try and pick the sh-t up’
and what’s left, we just smackin’ that sh-t
and i ain’t no d-nk n-gga, but i ain’t catchin’ no b-tch
r.i.p young pap, who those legend exist
head shot, he seen the light, now he trynna resist

[outro]
see that light, n-gga
uh-huh, die slow, p-ssy
r.i.p young pap
numba 6, dirt, and 2 cups
2 pap

- budouble

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