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letra de intro - caim

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[verse 1]
it’s been so many n-ggas hatin, feel free to get off my d-ck
you n-ggas on the sidelines waitin for me to quit
i’m in the shadows tryna get my count up, and i’m movin quick
b-tch this not a war, a battle, atilla with any grip

i’m not like you n-ggas, i’m silent, don’t need a muzzle break
n-ggas pocket watching, tryna drain me for every cent i make
think he talkin biz, want percentages of the bread i made
tryna pull out my pocket, it’s empty for all these f-ckin snakes

weapons, i need walls full of weapons
i don’t even wanna stress, these p-ssy n-ggas not my brethren
put my trust in smith & wessons, drop him and forget em
i been in my element, and toned it down i was forgetting

i’m the motherf-ckin chef, and n-ggas tryna take my sauce
that sh-t not an empty claim, that sh-t been clearer than some voss
n-ggas ran off with my beats like we won’t come and knock it off
rock a n-gga in his jaw, smoke him jus like an exhaust

i take big backwoods to the motherf-ckin face
i’mma take a n-gga goods til i’m rollin in my grave
i’m still f-ckin n-ggas hoes, put these b-tches in they place
i know n-ggas mad at me, but they won’t even wanna say

need some fendi, need some hillside chapel on my kicks
need a ferragamo bag, keep my rolls closer than a b-tch
need a 44 for my foes, fully loaded, let it spin
choppa hit a n-gga harder than a bodybuilder fist

[verse 2]
if we pull up it’s no second chances
spin him round, look like he dancing
body twist him out his vans
them caskets been in high demand

i do the walkin, ain’t no talkin
none these n-ggas get to barkin
bag his b-tch up on the belt
i tax em all if they want spark it

all tree barkin when i roll up
put the key in, twist and start it
push his b-ttons, see wassup
he walk away, he gon keep flaudgin

godeatgod and n-ggas followers
on her knees praising and swallowing
suck me up no baby bottle
pop and lock on my d-ck droppin it

aim, right in the centerfold
he ran off quick, we know he told
these n-ggas more like b-tches
all that gossiping, it’s all in bold

cheesin hard at all my foes
my n-gga we know what you on
you scheming, but you bout to fold
no poker face, you showin traces

fakin n-ggas get exposed
we takin sh-t, we stomp, you roll
dmg, go for the gold
no diamonds, let that lil sh-t go

i’m shinin, i’m the one they want
6 stars, they chasing til i’m in my grave
rollin laughing in my coffin, i won’t care when i’m gone

- caim

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