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letra de one shot kill - cyssero

no enough cut that!
yo put that joint off
whatcha doing?
sometimes you gotta rise above this
sometimes you gotta step on it
don’t sing that song, man!

yo check it out, this industry
will turn your best friends into your worst enemies
hulk warned me, but i didn’t believe him
this song was made moths ago
he probably won’t believe me
maybe n-body will
but frankly i don’t give a f-ck
drop dead john dj enough

yeah let’s just get this clear turn me up
i’m not talking my little dream chaser
y’all do your thing
continue to do your thing
young rival bands ain’t no more
gave you a spot
me and j-head cosigned
we gave a cab made you pop
chris p to your knee fed your creed to the street
charlie k made you on
everybody got a gun
you just got caught with one
got your wrist lock
and came home
these nuts and these cops for real
made you slip off
thank god for rick ross
but i’m glad that you made it myself
you had to look at you in the mirror
i know you hated myself
no bread no leaf n-gg-r totally broke
looking like a smoker
whatcha bout to cop me some c-ke n-gg-r
i mean for real though
know this sh-t for real though
i know we ain’t like this
but we keeping it real though
y’all was in the same
we was 1-60 cooping
slime dunking on the3 b-lls
we were out here…
should’ve seen your face
you were sick to your stomach
cause i was f-cking on that b-tch that you wanted
i understand, dumb young man
make the money, money don’t make the young man
you see i get love
from every hustler every thug
you used to run around
and swept me inside every club
come on meek ask my n-gg-r chub can’t respect it
chase around e cl-ss to get me on a racket
be little snoop, i know you on the loop now
just hope it ain’t the loophole when you poking the…
ow i turn your dreams into nightmares
f-cking freddy krueger right here
i’m a problem for a problem
way this sh-t 2 probably shouldn’t be your …
when they talk future legends
you ain’t even in the column
my hood name c4 got a bomb
tired of his acting, never clever repet-tive
if it was me or kendra lemar
i was the same day we both would’ve went black
and i don’t really care to know
just hope you ain’t sell your soul to bentley go go
went from a humble broke n-gg-r to a clown with money
that’s what happens when you put never hads around some money
tragic little stunt on twitter i found it funny
smoked and laughed at it and decided snap
you’re like my son, i’m ashamed of you
sh-tted on real n-gg-rs who went and created a lane for you
admit it right to yourself
and i was thought to take light from those who wanna take light from themselves
free…abnormally show you not
your ball hop from…to cyssero
murdered you on your

- cyssero

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