letra de kill my vibe - cua reaper
(hook /153 ty):
ion fw n-gg-s they k!ll my vibe
n-gg- try me boy i ain’t gone stress cause i know all my n-gg-s gone slide
don’t be sleepin on me can’t get no rest
what’s a rookie to a vet p-ssy n-gg- don’t try it
put ya money on me ima double yo bet
humble yo set
put aside yo pride
i’m next up boy it’s my time
(verse 1 /153 ty):
i can’t let a p-ssy n-gg- stop my grind
to the plan i be stickin ima man on a mission i can’t go no where without my iron
i can’t let em catch me slipping if i up it ima hit it
dade county n-gg- yeah you know i’m representing
ion see these n-gg-s nah it ain’t no compet-tion
ion care who rockin wit me screamin f-ck the opposition
red dot shoot my shot wit precision
clock keep tickin
i was on the block boomin dope momma told me boy ya trap gettin business
on the map tryna get us
b-tch i’m so high
so fly when i smoke might p-ss to a pigeon
rags to the riches
i know i can back up my sh-t so ion gotta brag to these b-tches
don’t cap for attention
why when n-gg-s get round hoes they go start actin differen
run it up to the cash i be sprintin
double cup hennessy i be sippin
n-gg-s ain’t believe in my vision
got my team in the league now we winnin
i could never show fatigue never slippin
show me sum i ain’t really with the lippin
told them n-gg-s i ain’t playin they ain’t listen
so i left em in the past got distant
(hook /153 ty):
ion fw n-gg-s they k!ll my vibe
n-gg- try me boy i ain’t gone stress cause i know all my n-gg-s gone slide
don’t be sleepin on me can’t get no rest
what’s a rookie to a vet p-ssy n-gg- don’t try it
put ya money on me ima double yo bet
humble yo set
put aside yo pride
i’m next up boy it’s my time
(verse 2 / cua reaper):
me n ty same gang screamin f-ck da other side
f-ck yo set better humble dat sh-t
cua gon come up wit dat fie
pouncin on jitz wit an ounce in da zip
say reaper they gon tell u bout dat zlimeee
zlatt wit a z n-gg-s kno about me
i’m a z-o-e til da day i die
don’t watch me imma hurt yo pride
yo hoe let me get inside
tryna be my bonnie i ain’t ha clyde
ridin on my d-ck but i wasn’t ha ride
tryna pull up wit da stick but dat wasn’t yo dime
split ya sh-t like a zit fa a nickel not a dime
leave ya murder like a riddle who did it n who died?
hit ya neck n ya liver ion like yo kind
throw ya body inna river while u still alive
bullet holez in ya kidney now u can’t even cry
u gon float til mississippi uon wanna survive
sh-t a get icky u fw my zlimeee
zlatt mean da blicky put a hole thru ya mind
762s go thru ya wholeee crew
da way dis sh-t make holes i should call it oline
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