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letra de slayed (feat. boosie) - kodak black

my n-gg- slayed a n-gg- that i just came from hanging with
i don’t know what really happened, i think he home invading him
you never catch me out here clapping unless they paid the n-gg-
why the f–k i chase a b-tch when i don’t even chase the liquor
h-ll yeah they call me kodak but i ain’t come to take no picture
so icy, make it blizzard, and the lean i’m sippin’ sizzurp
lil wiz, they been kicking doors, i call that boy a wizard
d-mn, i was textin’ drivin’, i looked up, i wrecked the fender
[?] said boy you better get it so i blister
no time to waste, therefore if i get her i’ma hit her
my mama say, baby you a winner not a quitter
well not today, ’cause mama soon as i hit her i’ma quit her
cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert
i might need a new liver ’cause my body full of syrup
kodak black, but i’m smoking purp, thinkin’ ’bout cheesy [?]
rest in peace, wayne head and purp, them boys down to earth
she know i’m a beast and never anger, you can call me kurt
flipped her over by her ankles, locked her and she called me kurt
she know i be getting to the paper, i be putting in work
up the road, playing with the papers, yeah i got that work

i’m on that greedy sh-t, that fiendin’ sh-t, i need a piece
i’m on that [?] sh-t, that selfish sh-t, i’m playing for keeps
money hungry, i can’t smell b-tch, i gotta eat
i keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
i’m on that schemin’ sh-t, you better give me everything
i’m on that teamin’ sh-t, the devil know i keep that heat
you remind me of your b-tch, i got you on your knees
jeep cherokee, i’m skiing with my dope boy wrist

take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me
dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony
rocks in my mouth, i spit ’em out when i was sellin’ weed
choppers was tryna take me out at only seventeen
9 glock, body rock, this b-tch hold 17
mouth wet, p-ssy hot, she just was 17 (too young for me)
cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam
no fingerprints on my sh-lls, too sticky from the lean
i’m on that greedy sh-t, it’s mine, i ain’t gon’ feed a b-tch
leave you leaking quick, one shot, one kill, desert eagle sh-t
i really got it out the mud, this ain’t no freebie sh-t
guess how i got all my muscle, from deleting sh-t
hard on the p-ssy, no old lady, i just borrow the p-ssy
these n-gg-s thugging for the gram, gon’ record the p-ssy
boy you remind me of your b-tch, you a b-tch
your address supposed to be a n-gg-‘s ditch
old p-ssy -ss n-gg-

- feat boosie kodak black

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