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letra de connectingthedots - ka$hdami

fbee, gang
(sammyboy!)
gang, gang, gang
frrt, frrt, frrt

[chorus]
i love being toxic
i thought keeping my distance would stop it
made 10k go to the bank and deposit
gave you the key to my heart ain’t no timin’ (on god)
i been going through pain tryna’ escape my thoughts
just lie after lie i’m connectin’ the dots
n-ggas keep stealin’ the swag and they just won’t stop
n-ggas broke as a b-tch they ain’t tounchin’ no guap
n-ggas just wanna hate when i got to the top
you drop a tape and that sh-t gon flop
i just cop me some drip and that sh-t came from depop
that’s in the junkies, i’m servin’ up real wok
glock on my blood and n-gga yea we me lock
made a k off my hoodies and i’m finna restock
this n-gga really think he the sh-t (boy you are not)
n-ggas try to have a show and he got is ass cut

[verse]
yo b-tch doin’ blow in the back of the park
i’m on the run and i’m swervin’ that audi
f-ckin’ this b-tch from the back and she goin’ r-t-rdy
i’m with the bad b-tch and we finna get naughty
she finna f-ck with the beam and i keep that b-tch on me
youngest shooter and i’m feelin’ like bronny
i put d-ck in yo b-tch even though i look scrawny
i keep that stick and my d-ck boy i walk in the party
ka$hdami the truth, like the anunnaki, ooh
this glock got a drum so you know i don’t rule, oh
i’m with yo b-tch and i’m givin’ them [?]
he cannot search by the zip code
walk in the trap i can pick any pistol
you did me dirty i can’t give a sh-t though
n-gga i’m a real right, so you can’t get more official
i can tell you a hoe, i don’t kiss those
you don’t opps, what the f-ck you got a stick for?
[outro]
i love being toxic
i thought keeping my distance would stop it
made 10k go to the bank and deposit
gave you the key to my heart ain’t no timin’ (on god)
i been going through pain tryna’ escape my thoughts
just lie after lie i’m connectin the dots
n-ggas keep stealin’ the swag and they just won’t stop
n-ggas broke as a b-tch they ain’t tounchin’ no guap
n-ggas just wanna hate when i got to the top
you drop a tape and that sh-t gon flop
i just cop me some drip and that sh-t came from depop
that’s in the junkies, i’m servin’ up real wok
glock on my blood and n-gga yea we me lock
made a k off my hoodies and i’m finna restock
this n-gga really think he the sh-t (boy you are not)
n-ggas try to have a show and he got is ass cut (on god)
gang
fah, fah, fah, fah. fah
it’s ka$hwayz or no wayz, n-gga!

- kahdami

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