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letra de frontline - ka$hdami

[intro: ka$hdami]
(i would be there i could be- it’s not cap, i swear)
fbee
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[verse 1: ka$hdami]
my n-ggas tryna hop out that van
i’m watchin’ for opps everywhere that i am
[?] with my b-tch, i’m tapped in with the [?]
with that sh-t that you jackin’, it’s foo, needa disband
walk in the club and i don’t need a wristband
play [?], i’ma make me a quick band
dami, yo’ [?] on a [?], it’s a [?]
switch on the glock, get to poppin’ like frying pan
b-tch, i’m post up on that avenue
got a jewish plug and he stay out in malibu
boy, you only gon’ shoot if you have to shoot
one phone call, i send some bullets after you
if you don’t wipe your nose then i can’t interact with you
b-tch, you keep talkin’ sh-t and yo’ name gon’ be [?]
i’m finna drop this ho ’cause she keep givin’ attitude
i’m on the frontline and i’m totin’ my gat too
[verse 2: wildkarduno]
b-tch, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga, big 5
that’s them
just brought a glock wit’ a beam in this b-tch
you can’t get in the ridе if you don’t got a switch
throw the work off, n-gga, i gotta pitch
cap in yo’ rap, n-gga, you got me sick
call smoke, hе pop out with a gl!ck
seven clips, now i feel like mike vick
thought he had wock’ but he got his ass tris
too many glocks and [?]
thought he had percs but i gave his ass mints
rap n-gga, i do not read no comments
i shoot at the crowd, n-gga, ladies and gents
(hrrrt)
but them n-ggas shouldn’t’ve been lackin’
b-tch, i’m on the block, n-gga, pistol-packin’
you not from that hood, what the f-ck is you jackin’?

[verse 3: glokk40spaz & wildkarduno]
mm, bl (young n-gga, what the f-ck is you jackin’?)
(hrrrt)
bl, yeah
b-tch, i’m gettin’ that vibe that you wanna hang with a babylife vamp
b-tch, don’t try the d-mn exotic, b-tch, you know i smoke a [?]
on b-whoa, stop it, b-tch
you know that i shoot the glock better than any [?] (no cap)
why these p-ssy ass n-ggas want bbl?
caught my opp in traffic, shot at his ass, that boy stale
b-tch said, “b-whoa, you trippin’,”
b-tch, look in my eyes and tell me if i care
up yo’ fire, i’m lookin’ at ya, boy i double-date
rip the plug off just like a old sweater
my shooter flip sh-t, he got a [?]
12 wanna lock the d-mn gang up, they find paraphernalia
don’t play wit’ this mob sh-t, i tell ya
[?] gang, [?], b-tch, barely
[?] and make that boy sh-t, just like that boy can’t eat dairy (huh)
got my opp lackin’, i let that b-tch rip, n-gga, all my opps scared
[?] dk and a ak on expressway
that’s my b-tch, f-ck n-gga, she the bae
some combo shot, chick-fil-a
mm, b-tch, you can f-ck some of ’em
i don’t do the date
they don’t want some with the mob, everybody straight (no cap)
babylife sh-t, lil ebg take that glock on a playdate
i ain’t gon’ lie, i can’t trip
we ain’t catch him but his man got flipped
i ain’t gon’ lie, if i gotta catch his man, huh
i gotta [?] my mans and shoot him
all my opps some b-tches, they call me a simp
i get mad, [?]
i’m a vampire but i go apesh-t
on the run with a [?]
all the b-tch ass n-ggas get ate like soup
[?] out the coupe
i’m on house arrest, lil glokk ain’t gotta do sh-t, i just call up my troop (lil glokk, lil glokk)

- kahdami

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