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letra de kill $hit - flaco1x

k!ll $hit lyrics
[intro: flaco1x]
(tsh, tsh, tsh) (-whistle-)
if you’re from new jersey in this b-tch
you know what the f-ck i’m on
(steven carte)

[chorus: flaco1x]
i start looking sloppy
got turnt up off that wocky
tats all on my body
plus, i can’t trust no thotty
money like a brinks truck
make you put your b-tch up
hoes all in my business
they heard that flaco k!ll sh-t

i start looking sloppy
got turnt up off that wocky
tats all on my body
plus, i can’t trust no thotty
money like a brinks truck
make you put your b-tch up
hoes all in my business
they heard that flaco k!ll sh-t

[verse: flaco1x]
heard that flaco k!ll sh-t
like i’m steven with these drums trying to drill sh-t
like i’m squidward with these hoes
trying to feel sh-t
told my momma, i don’t feel sh-t
i’m off the pills, would like to sip a little
i’m off the (?), b-tch, i just might tweak a little
little b-tch, she trying to eat me, like she eat the pill
baby, keep this sh-t for real
love me then just let me use your addy
might just buy you lv
i ain’t with the chatting
i ain’t with that hoe sh-t, unless i’m with some hoe sh-t
shoutout all my trap my n-ggas
boys that’s having motion
screaming f-ck you b-tch n-ggas
pray y’all die in slow sh-t
f-cking on your b-tch n-gga, she know that i’m on go sh-t
no hoe sh-t
[chorus: flaco1x]
i start looking sloppy
got turnt up off that wocky
tats all on my body
plus, i can’t trust no thotty
money like a brinks truck
make you put your b-tch up
hoes all in my business
they heard that flaco k!ll sh-t

[verse: oz1x]
i don’t sip no wok
i kicked the cup, the way i kick the door
count a lot of bands, state to state, how i be on a roll
i could call the plug one time and he could send a load
n-ggas playing games with this sh-t
but we can get ’em gone
i can’t trust not thotty, and i put that on my f-cking soul
the way i’m balling on these n-ggas
man, i feel just like i’m karl malone
gas bags of that za
me and flaco sound like cheech and chong
b-tch, i’m mobbing with the gang
we outside, please don’t hit my phone
a fifty on his head, that a change his tone
a hundred on his head, then he good as gone
i mob with the guys, you know it’s a code
if he playing with the gang, then we gone hit his dome
[chorus: flaco1x]
i start looking sloppy
got turnt up off that wocky
tats all on my body
plus, i can’t trust no thotty
money like a brinks truck
make you put your b-tch up
hoes all in my business
they heard that flaco k!ll sh-t

- flaco1x

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