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letra de sweet killa. (feat. lil moist) - $ebbuku

[intro: $ebbuku]
(sweet, sweet sugar)
(sweet, haha)
(taste that flavour, let go)
(sweet k!lla, sweet)
(sweet k!lla, sweet)
(sweet k!lla, sweet)
(yeah, uh, taste that flavour, let go)

[verse 1: $ebbuku]
ta-ta-take her home, then take her to dinner
taste like candy, call me sweet k!lla
heart so cold, like meat in the chiller
highwayman, so stand and deliver
sorry, babes, don’t mean to intrude
mama said “don’t play with your food”
people hate this life i pursue
don’t flex with jewels, i flex with my mood
dr-dr-dreamer, following my procedure
heater, pumping smoke out your speakеrs
seeker, tasting sugar, no sweetener
stеaling your soul, so call me the reaper
people love my moves and defiance
ten more years and i’m causing riots
i’m a general, so form an alliance
i feel chemistry, so teach me your science
[refrain: $ebbuku]
old kicks, loud noise
new tricks, no choice
rich kid, white boy
black sheets, gold toys
large crib, fresh clothes
bright lights, soft glows
see clones, move past
live young, die fast

[verse 2: $ebbuku]
cash on my head, i look like a bounty
this is a shout to all those who doubt me
found my sp-ce and set up my boundaries
bass and drink are all that will ground me
moving fast, no, i never stop
k!lling all these styles i adopt
people want me now i’m on top
acres ’round me, i’m cream of the crop

[bridge: $ebbuku, lil moist]
(sweet k!lla, sweet, yeah)
(sweet sugar, sweet)
(sweet k!lla, sweet)
i just wanna say, good morning (sweet sugar, yeah)
it’s 2:16 am (sweet sugar, yuh)
morning, america (sweet sugar, yuh)
it’s lil moist (sweet sugar, yuh)
get f-cked (taste that flavour, let go)
[verse 3: lil moist]
f-ck sh-t, pull out the nine at the function
dumb sh-t, we not fine not to f-ck with
techs and fives all die when i touch it
underground, you sh-t, end discussion
we don’t fight, not kind to our foes
make ’em fall, you sh-t, we break doors
i’m a dog when, i come out, you all froze
fake ass b-tches, leave, i said so
dennis the menace, the people who callin’ me jealous
wishing they knew me for promos and i leave ’em headless, uh
i don’t need none of you f-ckers who claiming you get us
and i’m k!lling these f-ckers with uzi’s mag-11s, uh
left my note blood stained at the doctor
cutting heads off like blades on helicopters
f-ck you blame, i’m same as john procter
ain’t no fame with flames when i shot ya
b-tch, i pop like coke and mentos
feel no pain when brain is exposed
terrified of my face, ain’t the most thing i’ve heard since wayne to explode
rent a cop, not shot when i head up, thought not
suck my c-ck, dual berettas
and you got caught selling flock in my setup
you’re a hotspot for hot glocks and suppressors

[refrain: $ebbuku]
old kicks, loud noise
new tricks, no choice
rich kid, white boy
black sheets, gold toys
large crib, fresh clothes
bright lights, soft glows
see clones, move past
live young, die fast

- ebbuku

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