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letra de “steppin’ on demons” - k3 flamez

[intro]
(ayy, flamez, turn that motherf-cka up) grrt, bow, bow

[verse]
b-tch, i’m outside tweakin’, every opp i see get turned into a f-ckin’ mural (f-ck him up)
switch on the glock, kick back so hard, sh-t sound like a d-mn draco funeral (boom, boom)
pull up on they block, hop out on feet, we don’t ever do no b-tch-ass cruisin’ (f-ck that car)
hit him in the face, left brain on pavement, lil’ p-ssy got caught steady snoozin’ (sleep, b-tch)
slidin’ with a chop so big this f-ckin’ stick look like a tank on steroids (big ass stick)
tell that hoe i’m heartless, suck my d-ck then leave, b-tch, i ain’t never paranoid (f-ck you mean)
cuz crashed the whip, still hopped out dumpin’, swear to god he destroyed that boy (grrt, bow)
these 7.62s atе up his chest, sh-t look like we hollowеd out his torso, boy (hollow him out)
we don’t do no talkin’, b-tch, we stalkin’, every opp get cooked like ramen (cook his ass)
try to set me up? yo’ stupid ass gon’ die, ain’t no b-tch alive i’m trustin’ (f-ck that hoe)
smokin’ on za, but the opp pack stronger, this the sh-t that got my lungs combustin’ (strong pack)
i’ll f-ck yo’ friend, then block you fast, lil’ b-tch stop cryin’, i ain’t your husband (weak ass hoe)
we ridin’ foreigns, windows blacked out, slide like ninjas in the nighttime creepin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
b-tch, i keep a heater, don’t act tough, one spark and yo’ dumb ass leak like sinkin’ (wet him up)
bro off a pill, tryna drill something, swear that motherf-cker turn demon on weekends (demon time)
dropped that rat, put cheese on his head, whole block knew it wasn’t no secret (f-ck a rat)
aim at his dome, split that sh-t open, left his family cryin’ like a soap show (cry, b-tch)
chop in my pants so heavy i’m limpin’, look like i’m walkin’ with a broke toe (heavy as h-ll)
b-tch, i’m too cold, froze up the room, whole squad slid masked up like snow patrol (masked up)
say my name wrong, bullets’ll sing — hit every f-ck n-gga in a whole row (brrt, brrt)
opp tried runnin’, tripped on the curb, head bounced twice like a basketball dribble (dumb ass)
shot his ass once, he flopped so hard, paramedics thought he died in the middle (dead b-tch)
roll up a ‘wood, blow smoke at the sky, b-tch, i ain’t never stressin’ no issues (never cared)
say f-ck yo’ gang, f-ck yo’ dead homies, and f-ck whoever cryin’ with tissues (f-ck them all)

- k3 flamez

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