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letra de psycho - dbk, 884phxbia

[chorus: dbk]
b-tch, i’m packing that glock when i walk out the house
and i keep me a seal like a muhf-ckin’ scout
and yo’ daddy a rat so you must be a mouse
got that boy in this sh-t what you talkin about?
choppa hit his sh-t, now he lookin’ r-t-rded
bought a glock in this b-tch, i’ma f-ck up the party
glock with the scope and a beam
but i put a bud on that b-tch
cut ’em up like a garden
b-tch
got a shotty on me, that’s a k!ll, tech
f-ckin on yo’ thotty, and i think that she a red-head
i just caught a body, plus that n-gga was a dread-head
two shots hits his top, leave a p-ssy n-gga dead, dead
what the f-ck, b-tch?
grab me a lil’ choppa, let it bust, b-tch
caught him like a sauna, make him run, b-tch
n-gga, 555, i ain’t done b-tch
[verse 1: dbk]
ak47 finna send him to the medic
i got all the guap, all the money, all the lettuce
cut a n-gga up, i’ma leave a n-gga shredded
and that n-gga is a b-tch, yeah, that sh-t in his genetics
he tried to get away, he got his foot on the pedal
i got that fire, that iron, the metal
and i came with that heater, that muhf-ckin’ kettle
said he toting a stick but you told him to red us
nah, that sh-t is dirty
i just be k!llin’ them beats just like murder
shot at the b-tch, i didn’t mean to hurt him
and that b-tch tried to f-ck but i had to curve her
pushin’ them shots at your area n-gga
i put that boy in a barrel n-gga
shot yo b-tch and now you carry her n-gga
what, you think i’m finna spare you n-gga?

[verse 2: kaisani]
he wanna fight it out with a real n-gga
i’m gon’ leave his dumbass surrounded by chalk
i got the choppa on me, on my trigger and gives a f-ck, boa, when i talk to my glock?
why the f-ck you wanna touch me, n-gga?
b-tch i’m a dog, like a husky, n-gga
you n-ggas b-tches, you musty, n-gga
i got yo’ b-tch, she might bust me, n-gga
b-tch, yeah
my friends’ call me kani
bullets wrapped around my body
she gon’ suck it, do it sloppy
k!ll a n-gga, that’s my hobby
and my flow is f-ckin’ godly
choppa on me, that’s (?), my n-gga, what the f-ck like?
b-tch change your bullet, lil’ n-gga
choppa get to hummin’, kid cud’ lil’ n-gga, ugh
b-tch i’m with the gang, cannot touch me n-gga
why the f-ck amanda wanna suck me, n-gga?
uhmm, that’s beyond me
choppa gon’ sing like beyoncé
n-ggas cannot see me, john cena, mane
all the stupid b-tches cannot l!ck on me, b-tch
n-ggas know i’m not the type to try, though
had a n-gga run it back like a typo
that b-tch wanna f-ck, she not my type, though
ever since a youngin’, i’ve been a psycho
[chorus: dbk]
b-tch, i’m packing that glock when i walk out the house
and i keep me a seal like a muhf-ckin’ scout
and yo’ daddy a rat so you must be a mouse
got that boy in this sh-t what you talkin about?
choppa hit his sh-t, now he lookin’ r-t-rded
bought a glock in this b-tch, i’ma f-ck up the party
glock with the scope and a beam
but i put a bud on that b-tch
cut ’em up like a garden
b-tch
got a shotty on me, that’s a k!ll, tech
f-ckin’ on yo’ thotty, and i think that she a red-head
i just caught a body, plus that n-gga was a dread-head
two shots hits his top, leave a p-ssy n-gga dead, dead
what the f-ck, b-tch?
grab me a lil’ choppa, let it bust, b-tch
caught him like a sauna, make him run, b-tch
n-gga, 555, i ain’t done

- dbk 884phxbia

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