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letra de slimey flow - kae guwapo

(verse 1: kae guwapo)
(yop!) opp thot hit my phone
she told me leave my gun at home, i don’t know what she on
if she try settin’ the play, then i’ma hit her dome
can’t take my celly on a drill, the feds be tappin’ phones
hit it from the back, while i’m grippin’ on da cat
she d-ckmatized, blowin’ up my phone “kae, where you at?”
but i ignore the b-tch, i can’t get my heart attached
once his life is taken from him, he can’t get it back

alright, and we came to split yo wig
you say you takin’ what? b-tch, i’ll hit you in yo sh-t
catch tayvonfromthe4, man, you know what time it is
bullets hit him, blood is drippin’, that lil’ n-gga drenched
they sayin’ “f-ck the 8”, so now i’m droppin tra’s
i’m tryna catch one of them n-ggas, put ‘em in a grave
don’t do yo chores without yo pole and go like baby j
n-ggas flexin’ for these b-tches, they a walkin’ stain

don’t approach me in the function, b-tch, i’m with my 2
lil’ bro totin’ on a fully, he’ll flood yo crew
lil’ layskii stay with a glocky, yeah, she’ll hit yo roof
and if he trollin’ on da net, we’ll put him on da news
yop, listen, bullets flood yo ride
that boy afraid of me, yeah, i can see it in his eyes
i need some 223s and 556s, f-ck a 9
since he love trollin’ so much, we’ll k!ll him on live
(verse 1: jumpmann51)
i can’t go like cuzzy, caught up in that ride
i bet not see that n-gga tyne, stand over his ass, fill him up wit 9s
he think he got a lash up over here, but he gon’ die
b-tch ass n-gga try to drop my 5, n-gga, we gon’ ride
it’s too, it’s too many clips up in this b-tch, we can make a movie
this b-tch ain’t tryna suck my d-ck, why the f-ck she actin’ boosie?
i got h-lla ammunition for n-ggas that wanna act stupid
i got 50 shots up in my glock, yeah, f-ck the opps

we gon’, we gon’ hit his block, put his brudda in a box
he gon’ try to take that picture, he gon’ get cropped
dumb ass n-gga tried to slide this way, we gon’ knock his top
nah b-tch, it ain’t no explanation, put him on the fox
don’t try to drop my 5 with my 8, i’ma pop dude
gon’ head and pick yo brudda up, he been on snooze
n-gga, it’s r.i.p. my f-ckin pro, i bet not see you drop 2s
i’m gettin’ rich for my big cousin, we gon’ be on the top 2
b-tch, we on the road to riches, we gon get that guap too

(verse 3: marquise.23)
i can’t argue with a n-gga who ain’t got no pape
but if i catch kevin in that load, then i’ma paint his face
dumb n-ggas talk, the only time i run is when i see the jakes
and i heard dude got his face f-cked, how them bullets taste?
like, i know that sh-t had hurt
them n-ggas crashin’ cars right into trees, dyin’ just like turk
n-gga you is not my brother, you don’t put in work
them n-ggas say they really on that, so we gon’ do ‘em dirt
(n-gga you is not my brother, you don’t put in work
them n-ggas say they really on that, so we gon’ do ‘em dirt)

i told brother stop the striker, we finna hit the east
tell n-ggas get they ass in the field, and stop hidin’ from beef
and keep that sh-t up off the net, cause n-ggas watchin’ me
told brother hit his ass in the back for tryna think sh-t sweet

- kae guwapo

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