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letra de long live kell - hitemupty

been out the way, man, i’ve been chasin’ pape, that’s where i like to be
she sucked my d-ck but ian f-ck her to my song
i f-cked to t–zy t
she goin’ crazy, shawty don’t get lazy, that’s my favorite leach
all i hear is chokin’, she like (gulp, gulp)
that’s my favorite speech
foreign and she pretty, man, i’m thinkin’ she the baddest b-tch
livin’ just like shay man, shawty, she been on her lavish sh-t
she 21, man, shawty lit as h-ll, she on her savage sh-t
she told you she don’t do tricks, but on my d-ck, she do gymnastic sh-t

feel just like an asian from the way i got that dog in me
said he was a shooter, had me thinkin’ hooper i brought my ball with me
they like bring the gang sh-t, you know me, i brought em’ all with me
if i go down first, man, i just hope my bros don’t fall with me
dripped in fashion just like dallas, how i’m drippin’ it’s unique
man, i’m rockin’ fly sh-t only, this that sh-t i got from bri
got g fazos on my feet and got that bear up on my t
how the f-ck is that yo’ b-tch, she tryna take me out my briefs
not tryna f-ck, i had to tell her i don’t wanna hit, i want the dome
wanna be with me, she got a man, i had to send her home
za up in the leaf, i roll it up, sh-t, now i’m smokin’ strong
i hit my shooters, tell them boys stay safe, they better keep they chromes
twin locked in the pen and twin he know some secrets
i hope he don’t tell
if you snitch and still don’t beat your case, i hope you stay in jail
i’m rockin’ white, i do it for the bro, man, long live my boy kell
they left him red, that sh-t all on his skin like he got inked by rell
shawty bad and she a ten, so sh-t, i want her for the week
she text my phone, she say pull up, i text her back, i’m in the jeep
i just know i’m hittin’ now, sh-t, i don’t care who after me
i just got her for the week, so you know i’m not tryna keep
fell in love with makin’ money, i done made that sh-t my habit
turn a rack into a five, sh-t, that’s that money-makin’ magic
ion got cable, tell him, let me know though if he want some static
i’ll be quick to grab that stick like i was playin’ him in madden

tyty ho tell them free my bro out that jail, n-gga
he locked in the pen, but i know my boy, he not gone tell n-gga
it won’t be that long, sh-t, free my boy up out that cell n-gga
rockin’ all white in the booth, man, long live my boy kell n-gga

- hitemupty

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