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letra de senile (intro) - gkidsosaa

[intro dialouge]
f-ckin, i know you don’t know me, i don’t know you it doesn’t matter
i just want you to know something, you got the keys, you are extremely talented, you are an artist

you are so f-cking great like im for real, and im old school telling you that and i love old school like im ll cool j, run dmc, nas like im like jay-z old school

but you!

you are like beyond eminem and vanilla ice great like you are that gifted white boy like for real you got mad love from me i wish i had you to myself i would definitely produce you.. you are awesome
i been tellin’ you bro

“gkid” [hook]

b-tch be going crazy she done got me going senile
codeine got me lazy get to high i cannot see now, book me if you pay me imma pull up then i show out!
mother f-ckas faking imma up it what that heat about, you is not my baby i don’t think you is not hearing me, want that fendi, prada that designer sh-t ain’t healing me
steady hit me calling i done blocked her out my energy, my heart be steady falling only cure is when i’m smoking green

[verse one]
steady toppin’ goofy b-tch go on and hit the door
jaw locking we don’t talk on any cellphones get it gone wrap a brick and then my money long vlone tatted on my arm it’s on my bones
stupid b-tch i just think i need a mistress my wrist spit blend a zip then bend a fifth b-tch!
wrist twist, knock a goofy off my hit list
slime hiss brother shooting leave no witness
i’m like d-mn get so high like peter pan
throw the pack like i am cam, rock all ice i am the man yuh
i’m like sh-t dumb b-tch to my crib yuh
on the clique on the gang she gettin’ hit (on the gang)
choppa kick imma run up in his sh-t yuh
he getting ripped this .45 extended clip yuh
hit the bowl hit the pot and watch it mix yuh (whip whip)
fade away we the gang can’t really feel yuh

“gkid” [hook]

b-tch be going crazy she done got me going senile (yeah!)
codeine got me lazy get to high i cannot see now, book me if you pay me imma pull up then i show out! (skurt, skurt)
mother f-ckas faking imma up it what that heat about, you is not my baby i don’t think you is not hearing me, want that fendi, prada that designer sh-t ain’t healing me
steady hit me calling i done blocked her out my energy, my heart be steady falling only cure is when im smoking green

“mak bandz” [verse two]

lei mein, slaughter sh-t down when i’m standing
bring the choppas out we can plan b, i don’t need n0body that can sour diddy, dead body, yellow tape!
seperate from n-ggas just to elevate!
i’m a whole six n-gga just from section 8, you can put me anywhere imma get this cake!

whoa, huh!

syrup got me slurring and i’m just trynna stay focused
f-ckin n-ggas b-tches way before they even notice!
make it out the trap it’s just dreams that they sold us
run up a million against my opps think i’m in cloaks

pullin’ up with gkid ain’t sh-t free but we the same with it like we got our own knee, f-ck the other side because we know they police!
everywhere i go man these n-ggas know me!
so i’m never high?
must be senile if you think a n-gga ain’t gone slide!

“gkid” [hook]

- gkidsosaa

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