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letra de psa/ebk - ka$hdami

[intro]
gang, gang, fbee
(they gon’ f-ck with this one, will)
(it’s ka$hwayz or no wayz, n-gga)
fah, fah, gang

[verse]
h-ll no, i can’t f-ck with these lame ass n-ggas
don’t pass me yo j, i’ma face that n-gga
d-mn bad b-tch, i’m in love with a figure
you totin’ that gun is you pullin’ that trigger (grrah-bah-bah)
and i’m smokin’ this j for the pain, yeah i swear it’s my am (d-mn)
7.62’s crack his melon, like cantaloupe (fah, fah, fah)
strobe on the glock, make him freeze, don’t know where to go (grrr)
my reagle plug got the pack for the f-cking low
i’m ducking your b-tch, she can’t f-ck me, got yellow throat
i ain’t ducking no opps, b-tch, i been on my strip
pull up, hop out, bet a n-gga get hit (grrah-bah-bah)
arp with the stock, bet a n-gga won’t miss
i’m shooting 7.62’s ’cause it’s f-ck 5.56
yeah, i thought you was gangsta, you told ’em you flipped
i’m in the trap, i’m with bro, he got rich off his wrist (grrr)
fbee, i think the check just hit
i ain’t squashin’ no beef, i ain’t makin’ amеnds
i stay down til’ i came up, and n-ggas still switched
dvd, we sping his block likе a disc
boy, i’m f-ckin’ these hoes, they don’t get compliments
i got the 50, the 100, i’m picking through options
i just f-cked that hoe on the weekend, i do that sh-t often
big booty b-tch, and she say she from boston (hrr, hrr)
in the dmv brackin’ like barman
in the dmv, these n-ggas tappin’ with me
got homies out west, get em knocked out for the free
all these n-ggas really p-ssy, they ain’t nothing like me
all these n-ggas really p-ssy, they ain’t ’bout it when they speak
i got the 30, the 50, i’m picking through clips
n-ggas be fed as a b-tch, ryan saban’s like sh-t
speak on this gang bangin’ sh-t, you get punched in your lip
n-ggas neutral as sh-t, better sit like a b-tch
boy, you got a spark in the pan, now you broke as a b-tch
these n-ggas really be fans, they tryna beef for the clique
n-gga, i’m slidin’ with fall, that’s my slime, that’s my twin
i see through all you n-ggas, inside, you a b-tch
i’m ebk what you throw up, i’m droppin’ that sh-t
and it’s never beef with you n-ggas, y’all never on sh-t (fah, fah, fah)
[outro]
grr
fah, fah, fah

- kahdami

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