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letra de karma - g5azo

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[intro: kyle richh]
4zz, 4zz, 4zz, 4zz, [?], y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
f-ck ray pizz, [?] not f-ckin’ around, gdk, cyk, all that sh-t
gd, f-ck is you talkin’ about, n-gga?
10k, n-gga, f-ck [?], n-gga
ah
grrah, enough is enough, b-tch

[chorus: dee billz]
i’m with 5, we bendin’
like, if i said it, on bro, i meant it
why is my name in your mentions, n-gga? your mans died and you on the benches
they know what i’m representin’
posted up in the hood like an engine, b-tch

[verse 1: dee billz & kyle richh]
thootie walk in the party (d-mn)
i’m in this party with g19 on my body, who gonna harm me? (like, d-mn)
i’m on the block with like five hundred steppers, on bro, we move like an army (army)
we do the drillin’, call me
tilden first, then garvey (garvey)
the f-ck is a pfa? b-tch, i am gdk, they know what’s up (pfak)
tom blixk almost was a blunt, i’m so mad we ain’t send him up (he shot)
i don’t care ’bout no oy, i want him shot if he live up the block
catch aj, make him bop
jeff got hit in his top (aj)
b-tch
[verse 2: g5azo & kyle richh]
g27 my body, db ridin’ shotty, ray makk the aroma
like, we mixin’ t–zo with tony
head pop, look at his baked macaroni (‘roni)
she-she cannot line me, she linkin’ the g every time she know ruger his homie (f-ck)
tay g in the cut with a forty, so he try to slide, we subtractin’ his homie (like, d-mn)

[verse 3: kyle richh]
who movin’ phony?
couldn’t catch him, we threw at his brodie (brodie)
dee got zack, i’m-i’m totin’ cody
three g’s in the back of the stoley (grrah, stoley)
we smokin’ on jah blixk, like, why the f-ck is they dissin’? they gettin’ me fed (jah blixk)
jah-jah staxks talked to the feds
bro racked out of his cell ’cause he fled (out of the floor)
and we comin’ to 13, not ready for war, then we shoot up his crib
sheik the woo, gotti, i swear he don’t miss
ds double the g, i be clutchin’ my fist (like)
i’m with some shooters that’s spillin’ your gouda
my n-ggas ready to oot at your ooter (word to bro)
b-tch, please do not play with computers
who that in the back? tell bro move ’em (move ’em, b-tch)

[chorus: dee billz]
i’m with 5, we bendin’
like, if i said it, on bro, i meant it
why is my name in your mentions, n-gga? your mans died and you on the benches
they know what i’m representin’
posted up in the hood like an engine, b-tch

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