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letra de murda freestyle - coli benz

[intro: rizzo codiene]

yea we gone f-ck em up with this one k-tunes

[verse: coli benz]

oooo poured up a 4 of that promethazine
they saying they hate me but i’m on they screen
inhaling the smoke just like i was fiend
pray for this sh-t is was more then a dream
talk to my clan when it’s about cream
this ain’t no eagle i balmain my jeans
been through the struggle so what if i lean
he ain’t gone be talking when he see the beam
keep it including to keep it low key
she opened her mouth that she f-cking with me
b-tch! you know that i’m hot in these streets and you f-cked relations
with b-tches with me

she picking a pack while she suck on my pickle
i’m so close to c-mming might bust on her nipple
we splashing with water ain’t no time for ripples
backend so heavy it making me cripple

just hit the aquifer, that’s where my water at
balling so hard that i ask where yo starters at
cougar so fine that i ask where is her daughter at
pink on the kitty i’m bout to go slaughter that

[verse 2: rizzo codiene]

they told me slow down but b-tch i’m going in
solid till the end never fold never bend
getting to the money, smoking counting inna benz
heart attack studios baby bring ya friends
i’m tired of these hoes, ain’t showing no more love
started getting to the point where i’m abusing all these drugs
cops har-ssing a n-gga because he living like a thug

[verse 3: coli & rizzo]

popped a couple 30s now a n-gga going up
pouring up the drank till my liver giving up

tryna scare me out my city n-gga i ain’t finna leave
gotta big f-cking choppa and it loaded with a beam
got lil shawty and she tweaking rolling off of these beans

stars in the ceiling b-tch i’m living inna wraith
just popped a perky finna go and hit sp-ce
we don’t really love em but we take em to my place
i don’t want the p-ssy b-tch i only want the face

[verse 4: rizzo codiene]
i got my lil partner he toting that ruger
you move around lil boy an i swear he gone do ya

i keep it a hunnid don’t ever be fake
i swear you switched up when i got on this cake

[verse 5: coli benz]

n-gga he trapped out the corner
rocks an this gas ima stoner
ain’t use to friends ima loner
pulled inna beamer but he not the owner

- coli benz

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