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letra de life i chose - k-fix

[hook: k-fix]
pistol by my side you acting bogus you know i’m unloading post up in the ghost ship for i’m flowing, i’m blowing this dope and this the life i chose(x4) police stay patrolling i get ghost but they notice i’m rolling i be getting dope and throw some hole in to swoll like they bowl them this the life i chose(x4)

[verse 1: k-fix]
rolling up take a toke weed will fill our whole head
their sitting on a corner fo’ knock em in the zone
oh my sh-t, n-gga here we go
banging in a stereo
let me get a studio
i’ma get it on with the bars that be goin’ hard
and i’m k!llin’ n-ggas that’s so deaf in this
stepping the way to bullets in your dome
miss a n-gga, rip their face and when a microphone chicken
am i deaf for letting it going on
never going home
cause really i’m feeling like i done everything here with energy
then i tend to be k!llin’ these n-ggas
putting em out there misery
millimetres they hit em then millipede
as they finna leap feelin’ if you proceed
that i’m proper cause i’ma get it g
f-ck if you’re feeling me for real
we the upper echelon
grab em like “i can never” then i finna sit them on the stove
grabbing the gun i’ma c-ck it
hit em with venom and a lyrical chop
filling em all when i’m giving a f-ck
i be coming to buck thugging i’m choppin the throne
i’m in the zone
put that n-gga for it and we sort em like rickamortis
every time we reporting start a corporal
the most deployed and if we delt with they throw us in a portal
right out the port of peru
gettin’ money that’s what we do
for pull a gun i’ma shoot from the hip
and get up i’m hip with it
and i’m missin’ the feeling
so save your mac and then k!ll em
up in a ditch i’ma fill em up
packing a couple b-tches in this compet-tion
a race on the mag
and forget the premises
hit em with ammunition but really look at the witness
i finna give em the business a nemesis for the illest
to grabbin’ a blunt and feelin’ my pen
i make fo’ finish ya with the grillers
i make em a sinner getting the villain
they come and i’ll probably gun em
i promise i finna pummeler, punish em
when i’m chopping, i’m chopping harder to punish em
runnin’ up and i’m gunning em down
don’t f-ck around
with krucafix i’ma show em the hardest sh-t all the time

[verse 2: pcp]
his in the dark but i’m living i chose ready this a batter ball be dead before they pose i throw right up and i watch all their foes other g dope with a pimp top pose could i rather run cause i be up ripping my clothes all of my homie’s they know how it goes never wanna get up on the microphone because you feel like that you’d be dripping when you slipping up with me most of these rappers their making me sick soon i’ll be saying i ready to kick laughing at you cause i bet you can’t hang honour the best from the kaliko clan feel like a beast but a publical man better get ready y’all i’m bouta do my thing lyrics are no pity yet it probably got my maker off and ready to k!ll a body like a bendy quick like a bust and i got a be proper blast to the past with no girl from a frasier set to jig gig cut like a razor pull up our first dab a fat like my paper if he go back hear the cry we get refund all i know where they hit me i drill em everybody knows that you’re the proper k!ller people then forgive and i keep on getting better
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[verse 3: dez h-llborn]

- k fix

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