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letra de damage! - k-9 unit (group)

[verse 1: hxnjv]
k-9 in the front, dawg, to the back, yeah
if you got a mouth like you’re bored, shut the f-ck up
k-9 in the front, dawg, to the back, yeah
if you got a mouth like you’re bored, shut the f-ck up
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
what’s up?
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
p-ssyboy can’t get enough
what’s up?
and i got a dawg in this b-tch, ask me for that d-ck
but i find it so f-ckin’ hard, at least she feels the d-ck
f-ck liquor, redrum, never gonna dodge that
i’ve been f-cked up, b-tch, my zipper hits her b-tt, yeah
i’m not fit for f-ckin’, if i’ma see her, i’m a dead man
kamikaze ‘cause a huge, big mess like it’s a big mac
showin’ no known mercy, now i feel like i’m [?]
f-ckin’ wh0re, you’re broke as f-ck, that would hit the [?]

[verse 2: indigoendo]
facef-cked, got to hit her out your f-ckin’ face (now)
are you called a “cheapskate”? are you f-ckin’ pleased? (no)
split lips, wrists slit, teach me f-ckin’ love (love)
right up, k-9, we’re the master race (yeah)
you need to shut the f-ck up, ‘bout to get you f-ckin’ k!lled
you need to know that you can get to f-ckin’ fade away
you think it’s so hard to make every type of [?]?
i tried to k!ll myself, but now i’m forced, i’ve got a gun
[verse 3: k!ll ebola]
right now, waitin’
i don’t wanna live
i can’t feel sh-t now, ‘cause i popped another pill
wanna k!ll at some point
i know it sounds cold, but it’s me, still
i can smell the heads like coffee
some or somebody, sell me concrete, unless you got green
k-9 kickin’ down your door free and out again
mock me, that’s your last words, you ain’t stop me
raw beef, brush your f-ckin’ t–th before you top me

[verse 4: navvvi]
this ain’t how this is, i’m a foreign injury
feel like master c would tell them, “take your frenemies”
weird or not, but salem is another entity
i’m like the ghost in your mirror, now be good to me
i’ma die in my feelings, oh
all my feelings, i forget
i’ma hate you, that you want?
all my kidneys, i should slit
take a minute to commit suicide and [?]
when all these haters hurt your feelings, that is all i got

[break]
there’s no more room in h-ll
the dead will walk the earth
[verse 5: fabi dhabi]
i can’t let it taste sweet, about a b-tch
b-tch, i got too much in my head, i need to buy ice sh-t
if i was, n-ggas smokin’ kush
[?] drum, b-tch, i had it fixed on my [?]
take all the cash that i could get
put my f-ckin’ d-ck straight down her neck
this sh-t is real life, not makin’ trash
i don’t need a job, f-ck it, i can hold that, ayy

[verse 6: vain]
i’m the virus, b-tch, all inside your system, on my cyber sh-t (dead body)
k!llin’ everybody, move, you son of a b-tch
cyber wish, contradict about some f-ckin’ violent sh-t
so i [?], goes all on my [?] and i reboot, i restart
programmin’ i love ‘cause y’all are r-t-rds
all the winners sp-wn and everybody on the [?]
i don’t f-ckin’ like you f-ckin’ losers, i don’t need a hoe
shan’t tell, let my targets slay ‘em
body ‘em apart, ayy

[outro]
this suffering will be legendary, even in h-ll

- k 9 unit group

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