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letra de my sister's keeper - dj kay slay

[chorus: meetsims]
if we came in together then we leavin’ together
if some sh-t pop off, then we beefin’ together
got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
if you knew our reputation then you should’ve known better then
ten bad b-tches, ten hitters when they let us in
we don’t pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
sparks flyin’ off your b-tch wig ’til you let ’em in
goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah

[verse 1: nya lee]
i don’t really know what y’all think, n-gga
beef with my sister, i’ma pop if i ain’t with her
know that she’ll swing so i’ll swing like i came with her
y’all don’t like each other ’cause y’all f-ckin’ the same n-gga? (wake up, sis)
that’s part of the game, n-gga
i guess i gotta teach you b-tches
either that or i’ma chastise, beat you b-tches
you’re like an odd zoo, how your man treat you b-tches
call me vicky, i’ll keep our little secret, b-tches, huh
never be with a different clique, man, i’m serious
somethin’ happens, i’m never leaving no witnesses
even when it’s a business trip, you can catch me with my sis
go in b-tches’ mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, b-tch
nya lee, now leave her alone
it’s either that or play beyoncé and ring the alarm
when i say i let it ring, man, it ain’t on the phone
i’m my sister’s keeper, b-tch, i’ma let it be known

[verse 2: lexxy]
you never heard nothin’ like me in your f-ckin’ life
point blank, period, i’m f-ckin’ nice
if you don’t know, you gon’ know the f-ck tonight
get your tape decks ready, turn up my f-ckin’ mic
yeah, it’s lexxy, you nasty? it’s miss walker
white tesla inside blue water
rims look like mike’s socks, i named that sh-t moonwalker
swag drippin’ with my sisters what i do often
bag filled with dead people, birkin is the new coffin
loud keep the crew coughin’, wraith with the roof off it
i’m the truth, straight fire, booth torchin’
keep it funky, don’t n0body in your crew want it
you pop sh-t, me and my b-tches cop sh-t
hot sh-t, white masi’, seats chocolate
my sh-t, yeah, i got the whole spot lit
thug life like i shot up out of pac’s d-ck

[verse 3: emc scotty]
ayy, check it out, i’ll handle you in broad day
our reputation is state, no settling, and don’t try and call kay slay
you been talkin’ real crazy on the mixtapes
yeah, i listened twice, you can’t say it’s a mistake
you b-tchin’ out? well, it’s too late
it seems you’ll only understand the yellow tape
we’ll light you up like a birthday cake
and i’ma give it to you smilin’, you hear me?
like i’m havin’ a good day
leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask
this ain’t a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go cl1ck-clack
we girls that’s straight gang, we don’t let no time p-ss
f-ck with her, you f-ck with me, before we whoopin’ -ss, yo
black bags, black coupes
bandana on, hangin’ out the roof
we dress in all black, if that don’t work, we just shoot
we mean business, big bags on big boots

- dj kay slay

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