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letra de do u really wanna go - k-rino

[intro]
yeah. you standin’ in front of me, boy, you really wanna do this? must be crazy

[verse 1]
i told y’all a long time ago
i’m the coldest rhymer, bro
always tight ’cause i’m a pro
i slam ya just like a domino
tortured your -ss kinda slow
i swing and yell geronimo
make you go when you trying to stop
and then stop you when you’re trying to go
twenty years, i’ve been wrecking states
and i never caught a weapon case
catch you up in your resting place
and steal your -ss like second base
all i spit on are proper flows
i very seldom shop for clothes
take my foes to pappadeaux
and after dinner i drop them hoes
victories i chalk them fast
wack–ss mcs talkin’ trash
had a stalker but i fell in love
with hustle, now i stalk her -ss
did it all for the fun i guess
in my lifetime, (wanna rest?)
i run up in the crowd in the middle of the show
and beat your -ss like i was ron artest
ain’t no need for pistol play
my lyrics blowed your chest away
i read your horoscope today
it said “d-mn fool don’t mess with k”
flippin’ dough just like pizza hut
it’s serious when i hit these cuts
you cool with me then i’m cool with you
the rest of y’all can just get these nuts

[hook]
do u really wanna go, now?
k-rino still clickin’ on these fake–ss rappers
i murder rappers with my flow, now
i stay ready for these snakes and these hatin’ high-cappers

[verse 2]
disrespect me i’ll slap ya fast
throw a jab and crack your mask
if i die right now, i’ll bet you five dollars
i probably still could outrap your -ss
not interested in sparing lifes
wearin’ white shirts and a pair of nikes
rip through your skin with tearing bites
eat your colon up like parasites
leave my foes with a cut-off nose
[pull out shows, gas full off close?]
some pull out guns when they robbin’ folks
i run up on fools then pull out flows
my whole life is a dream to me
’cause nothin’ is what it seems to be
when i die i plan on comin’ back
so in my will i’ma leave everything to me
hypocrites try to divide my wealth
while i’m alive they [ride my belt?]
i was so pissed off that the crowd saw two of me
because i was beside myself
ultimate gold it could span the globe
each word i say is a mental probe
i live in [a tre?] everybody is hard
my church packed pistols up under their robes
k is a heavy-weight, son, you a bantam
i’m known to throw an irrational tantrum
hand ’em hard words, they’ll die when i land ’em
flash it then say “fuck the national anthem”
i unibomb your whole front lawn
stab you with the horn of a unicorn
you a waste of sperm, a waste of life
we should’ve had your funeral before you was born

- k rino

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