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letra de suicide kid - jayo sama

[intro]
(i’m with worldtour and he just went and cooked me up a beat)

[verse 2]
jayo in the booth, now they got osama on the beat
yeah i keep a tool, n-ggas know i’m really in the streets
f-ck school ’cause i was trappin’ hard out the week
she say i’m a dog and she don’t wanna let me off the leash
i only f-ck wit’ bad b-tches, ho, you gotta be on fleek
i f-cked the first night, you had to take her out to eat
b-tch, i be layin’ pipe, they like, “jayo, you a beast”
i don’t f-ck with p-ssy n-ggas ’cause y’all n-ggas play creep
i’m really wit’ it, you f-ck n-ggas know not to play with me
one day we put .223’s all in his gmc
sama gang, we gon’ blow this b-tch up, rpgs
lil’ n-gga, but i always kept it three-eighty
call baby glock ’cause his pistol never on safety
snipe hangin’ out the roof, that lil’ n-gga crazy
n-gga f-ckin’ wit’ my crew, n-ggas die on the daily

[interlude]
sama gang, sh-t, man, y’all n-ggas know how we comin’ man, ayy
f-ck them boys from across the tracks, ya heard me?
r.i.p. lil’ cj, we ridin’ ’bout ya, heard me? yeah

[verse 2]
n-gga k!lled my dawg, so i had to double back
i’m slidin’ through the raw, tryna see where them n-ggas at
in the stolo, in the splat, we catch a n-gga, he get whacked
then i caught that p-ssy n-gga, then my choppa went brrah
n-ggas claimed they shot at me, they missed me with that sh-t (ayy)
n-gga why you ain’t shoot? you say you seen me in that whip
drop yo’ location, n-gga, bet i take a trip (ayy)
pull up on your cl!ck, n-gga, hop out wit’ the stick
baby osama, i’m a suicide kid, ayy
blow this b-tch up, i go kamikaze, ayy
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m strapped up like the n-z-s, ayy
i’m a hitman, i k!ll for a profit, ayy
autopsy, exit wounds in your noggin, ayy
ask them boys who got beef wit’ us how i’m rockin’
jayo, don way, he be on that hot sh-t, ayy
strictly gunplay, hop out wit’ the mop stick
i’m posted in my hood if you seekin’ retaliation
my n-gga k!lled yo’ dawg, you ain’t do sh-t because you fakin’
you heard ’bout that n-gga who was beefin’ with them haitians?
masked up wit’ the cutter, cut his head off like i’m jason, ayy

- jayo sama

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