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letra de lazy freestyle - cooper8k & kuman

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[intro: k-man, cooper8k & shton]
okay, lil, i don’t like you at all
ay (okay, okay, oi)
we don’t got time to f-ck around bro
ay (it’s trissy on the beat)

[chorus: k-man]
yeah, we fly like a missile
your b-tch blowin’ on my sh-t like some f-ckin’ whistle
we catch a boy, shoot him down with a f-ckin’ pistol
your b-tch suckin’ on my d-ck and she ain’t gon’ miss you
and you know

[verse 1: k-man & cooper8k]
back on my flows, like i’m back on my sh-t
release these bullets, come straight out the clip
we take your life, we take your b-tch
and you know, see an opp shoot him high, never low
thought i was better, i’m takin’ your hoe
sellin’ white, i’m sellin’ that snow

[verse 2: cooper8k]
this paper, i’m stackin’
pull up on him, caught him lackin’
so you know we hit the trackin’
pull up on him, we attack him like crystals
we open him up, we unpackin’
like presents, all you motherf-ckers peasants
all you people be swallowin’ this up like it was some antidepressants
ayy, only the best
i can have you dead after one text
after i’m done with your boy, you are gonna be prayin’ that you are not next
[chorus: k-man]
yeah, we fly like a missile
your b-tch blowin’ on my sh-t like some f-ckin’ whistle
we catch a boy, shoot him down with a f-ckin’ pistol
your b-tch suckin’ on my d-ck and she ain’t gon’ miss you
and you know

[verse 3: k-man]
it’s on god, it’s on sight
we put his ass out like a light
run up on him, we take your life
cut his sh-t, leave his ass with designs
and your b-tch, yeah, she on mine
breakin’ her back and i’m breakin’ her spine

[refrain: cooper8k]
yeah, spine, yeah

[verse 4: cooper8k]
cap in my rap, you still listen to this
addicted to money, i’m startin’ to itch
cooper and k-man like lilo and stitch
i’m gonna rap until i become rich
brothers, no brother, ain’t never gon’ switch
called your boy out and turns out he’s a snitch
[pre-chorus: k-man & cooper8k]
he snitch, he fake
chop him up, leave his ass in the lake
that’s gonna be his last mistake
family prayin’ for him at his grave
he’s dead (he’s dead)

[chorus: k-man]
yeah, we fly like a missile
your b-tch blowin’ on my sh-t like some f-ckin’ whistle
we catch a boy, shoot him down with a f-ckin’ pistol
your b-tch suckin’ on my d-ck and she ain’t gon’ miss you
and you know

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