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letra de 200 milligrams - calvary kylan

[intro]
(my n-gga brando been sick with it)
(say brando, what this hittin’ for?)

[verse 1]
seen us in that yard just me and twin, we on a phone groupies (foreal)
this one car came like three times, i see g5 start shootin’ (b-tch, come here)
everybody clutchin’ rods the point is you gon’ shoot it? (foreal)
just signed that new deal, so i’m sit back focused on my music (godd-mn)
this b-tch from moncontrol, gon’ cl!ck, this b-tch gon’ burst your head, buddy
get that bag and then i stack, feel like a b-tch n-gga can’t tell me nothin’ (hoe-ass boy)
it’s just me, slime and g5, bg back here, but that’s my cousin
hoe ahh n-gga wan’ rep on me, better ask what happened to your buddy (admit it)
i know i’m up, but this sh-t cause a lot of problems (no cap)
go to his crib, we campin’ out and he come out wе dome shot him
after that give yoshi a high-fivе and i say we all got ’em
keep spinnin’ ’til they all dead ’cause they rep on our patnas
that sh-t crazy, that sh-t brazy, i ain’t even the one that got ’em (foreal)
4way died way outta town the rest ain’t died ’bout violence, sh-t (foreal)
everytime we speak on smoke these n-ggas switch the topic
and when i die, go get a k!ll and just don’t post about it

[chorus]
go out in public, these b-tches see li kylan, they like ”d-mn”
we got percs and we got x, 200 milligrams
you would think i’m locked in chains the way i feed my fam’
i was locked down in my brain, but now i’m goin’ ham
n-ggas wanna see me dead, you just a fake friend
i say ”bro, don’t give him dap, he got a fake hand”
i seen him wigger in the grass, that boy got snake skin
and i’ve been on and i ain’t fell off since i made red man
[verse 2]
i push that b-tton, get you in er, you better not make me do (li kylan)
these labels comin’ talkin’ ’bout millis, sh-t, i hate me too (foreal)
bro got trap, jump to the gym, sh-t, they gon’ hate on you (foreal)
i be coolin’, f-ckin’ on b-tches, you better not make me shoot

[chorus]
go out in public, these b-tches see li kylan, they like ”d-mn”
we got percs and we got x, 200 milligrams
you would think i’m locked in chains the way i feed my fam’
i was locked down in my brain, but now i’m goin’ ham
i say ”bro, don’t give him dap, he got a fake hand”
i seen him wigger in the grass, that boy got snake skin
and i’ve been on and i ain’t fell off since i made red man
n-ggas wanna see me dead, you just a fake friend

[outro]
you just a fake friend

- calvary kylan

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