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letra de ​bane - geno w.i.p.

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[intro]
rafiki

[verse 1: geno w.i.p.]
i brought the pack in
can’t even talk, why the f-ck is you rapping?
nic’ cage, how you n-ggas always acting
i feel like bane, b-tch, i break her back in
we know you lying, so stop all that capping
yeah, we know you capping, so stop all that flagging
your life a comedy, don’t do the action
(-knock-) ayo, what the f-ck?
i got a glock, you want beef? it’s up in [?]
like ayy, where your b-tch at?
f-ck with me, break him in half like a kit kat
we into sandlot, ayy, where the sticks at?
“geno, where the heat?” i’m telling ’em, “this, that”
oh, you winning, boy? that’s cap, bro, i missed that
i make slaps like a pimp named sl!ckback
pop a n-gga like a mo’f-cking tic tac
big ar with a lil’ bit of kickback

[verse 2: bby keo]
big ar with a lil’ bit of kickback
i feel like ayoodrip, tell ’em get back
caught ‘еm in 4k, bro, did you get that?
balenci’ my toe, i don’t want no [?]
big ass еight and that sh-t finna spit like a dragon
we don’t fit in, don’t do all the capping
you was so tough, why the f-ck is you lacking?
and i told my brodie to bring all the ratchets
get left in the dust, he get turned to a past tense
gang going up, we don’t do white flagging
check my stats, i don’t do no bragging
smoke him down, he get turned into ashes
we all in his head, he a mo’f-cking schizo’
he talking that sh-t, i’ma f-ck on his b-tch though
these big ass pockets, they fat like lizzo
no disrespect, like a dog, made ’em sit, bro
and he talking sh-t, take his b-tch up to bangbros
if you want the smoke, get it up, you can’t hang, bro
i’m on different sh-t, me and you not the same, bro
i’m up in the a, got some pradas in clayco
i’m charged to the pack, mush it up like it’s play-doh
she calling me simon, gon’ do what i say so
that boy is a– (what?) a mo’f-cking loser
your brodie want smoke, i’ma slide on a scooter
she giving me brain, man, i think she a tutor
it ain’t been the same since she gave me that cooter
and we fresh as f-ck like we walked out a cooler
yeah, y’all boys cool, but my n-ggas, we cooler
that fake ass chain, need to beat up your jeweler
nirvana on me like bktherula (lil’ b-tch)
[outro: geno w.i.p.]
like ayy, where your b-tch at?
f-ck with me, break him in half like a kit kat
we into sandlot, ayy, where the sticks at?
“geno, where the heat?” i’m telling ’em, “this, that”
oh, you winning, boy? that’s cap, bro, i missed that
i make slaps like a pimp named sl!ckback
pop a n-gga like a mo’f-cking tic tac
big ar with a lil’ bit of kickback, ayy

- geno w i p

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