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letra de violence - jaey kilo

[intro]
(drum dummie)

[verse]
cracked a bottle on his head, now he say that we beefing
i’m with all the violence lil n-gga, lets see who be sleeping
n-ggas thought that i was dolo, until von came out creeping
and he upped the f-cking burner, till the barrel was steaming (phew)
smoke on top of smoke we send, they think we a joke
i’m gon’ wipe this n-gga nose, he keep on texting my hoe
i ain’t beefing ‘bout the b-tch, cuz in the streets that’s a no
i ain’t tryna promote violence, but i’d like ‘em to know
that i won’t tolerate n0body, that i feel disrespect me
body float in shingle creek, the last n-gga to check me
heard them south-west orlando n-ggas, still wanna wet me
man i hope that’s just a rumor, cuz before they couldn’t get me
i got n-ggas under 6, and n-ggas under the 5
i won’t say no names, just for to not get wired and tied
started serving, got some money, then got flyer then fly
and had every fake person ‘round me, tighter then tight
see, i done did the sh-t these n-ggas rapping about
i really did the sh-t these n-ggas capping about
money, family, and my respect is what i’m clapping about
then tell the police, “i don’t know what y’all is chatting about” huh
n-gga you start a problem, ima be there one to get ya
ain’t talking ‘bout him in my songs, n-gga i ain’t diss ya
man to man we could meet up, i been about my issue
wipe his nose he allergic to smoke, and need a tissue
stretch that boy he gon need a stretcher, he think we bending
just like my daddy say, these streets ain’t bring no happy ending
and now his family at the m-ss, mouring and be venting
his momma crying, “what my baby done did ?” he in heaven
f-ck the state free my bruddas, out department of corrections
gain time doing wonders, i can’t wait to get ‘em
you wanna slide on us, and forget the part that we stepping
southside meadow woods, b-tch that 2-3 we repping
all these n-ggas cuffing these hoes, we done ran thru
yo’ b-tch a fan of us, and lowkey you a fan to
before i had my whip, i’d bring my momma van thru
and we would slide the doors back, an let it blam at you
i’m just talking sh-t, i’m feeling a jawn right no cap
i’m thinking about making it serious, she be off the map
go to work, get her bag, you know i f-ck with that
i don’t want no b-tch up in every club, dancing on n-ggas laps
hoes and n-ggas in her comments, comment “d-mn ma”
her friends all texting her like, “girl you gotta man now ?”
“you don’t hang with us no mo’, you on the pan now”
ima nut inside her, make both our mommas a grandma
boy i’m 21, and i ain’t gotta kid yet
by the time it’s on the way, i hope i been set
i hear ya music, you ain’t saying nothing i ain’t did yet
you want kilo shut it down ?, i need a big check
b-tch

[outro]
some people love me most ‘em hate me cuz my ego
the most c-cky humble n-gga you could meet tho
shoot at me you better not miss just like a free throw
yeah i don’t care outside wherever make em bleed out

- jaey kilo

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