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letra de cream of the crop ii - deadly grim

[intro: htb.kairo]
(bang, bang, bang, bang [?])
this volume two cream of the crop
you know we back on the same sh-t, me and deadly grim
f-ck, f-ck wrong with y’all
it’s a new sound, though
it’s the same me, though
aye

[verse 1: htb.kairo]
new sound, n-gga, same me, uh
hit him with a 223
float like a b-tterfly, and sting like a bee
i’m flexing on these n-gga’s, terry crews, i’m an athlete, uh
this sh-t natural, this sh-t ain’t no royce, uh
i just f-cked your b-tch, she said my d-ck better than a toy, uh
got that b-tch making noise, uh
got that b-tch screaming, uh
yeah i am an evil n-gga, they call me a demon
and she on her knees begging, b-tch
i’ll send hеr to heaven
ball like kyriе, i am eleven
aye, i’m coming in first, not second, uh
i don’t got no competition, these n-gga’s too far behind
i don’t give no f-ck, freestyling this sh-t off my mind
and i switch up the flow, b-tch i gotta slow it down
ima shoot that f-ck n-gga with a hundred, hundred rounds
i don’t give no f-ck, ‘cause all these b-tches is clown
matter fact, perfect sip
n-gga, i run the f-cking town
outside, uh, that’s where i do verses, uh
i don’t give no f-ck, my family got plenty of curses, uh
that’s one thing for certain, uh
yeah, i’m really learning, uh
i can’t f-ck that b-tch, i heard her p-ssy really burning, uh
and i murder like i’m dahmer
putting d-ck inside your momma, uh
i’m blowing sh-t up, b-tch i feel like i’m osama
blackest n-gga, i feel like barack obama, uh
catching these commas, uh
i gotta f-ck these b-tches, i’m being careful
i’m wearing condoms, uh
[verse 2: deadly grim]
cumming in your b-tch, no condom
i f-ck her in the back, and i buy her the prada (what?)
always adding up my dollars
b-tch, you will never catch me in no honda (never)
b-tch, i’m always adding up my money (yuh)
always adding up my commas (hoe)
stacking up my dollars
standing on my money, make me 7’2 (a whole foot)
what the f-ck is you gonna do? (what you gone do?)
me and kairo run the game
back on this sh-t, cream of the crop ii (yuh)
what that glock do? (what it do?)
got all the b-tches feeling blue
aim that sh-t at your face, shoot it off through you (hold up, b-tch)
you should’ve learned from the first song, you don’t f-ck with deadly (yuh)
he gonna pull up, aim the .9 at your mans head steadily (tell ‘em, deadly)
puling up on jacob with the weaponry (yuh)
get in my new girls p-ssy, it be heavenly (yeah)
f-ck that b-tch kaylin, and her boyfriend too (f-ck her)
she already sending him nudes
b-tch, i know what you f-cking do (hoe)
sitting here acting like we wasn’t f-cking three weeks ago (sh-t’s crazy)
had my d-ck so deep in your throat, b-tch, you wanted to blow
say one more thing about me, b-tch
i’ll expose you
think it’s my loss? b-tch, i’m the one that f-cking chose you (not my loss)
pulling up f-ckboys, leave ‘em dead (what?)
shoot ‘em in the head (yuh)
make ‘em scream
you don’t f-ck with the crop of the d-mn cream (hoe)
[outro: brantley dillard]
(aye, f-ck you, b-tch
you’s a motherf-cking bop
no one wants your bum-ass anyways
and jacob, f-ck you too
you’s the biggest b-tch known to man
i’ve seen homeless people better looking than your ass
it ain’t even my loss b-tch
i’m a motherf-cking king)

- deadly grim

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