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letra de ​ridiculous freestyle - ka$hdami

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[intro: ka$hdami]
sensei, i hate you
you gon’ f-ck with this one, will
f-bee, gang, gang, gang

[chorus: ka$hdami]
these n-ggas keep stealin’ the swag, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
i ball in the gas so it might be a lil’ generous
i c’s like a class, n-gga, read the syllabus
you and a b-tch, tell me what the difference is
i mix the viv’ red rag on my hip and sh-t
look for the dip, n-gga, that’s where the stick is
i gave your b-tch d-ck, i’ll be back in a minute
i’m posted in ‘ella, i’m eating exquisite
and we movin’ too toxic, i gotta be distant
n-gga, this ain’t a option, i gotta be winning
two brown-skin b-tches in the telly and you know that they kissin’
my n-ggas gon’ ball like motherf-ckin’ tristan (jass)
i’m with your b-tch and i’m smackin’ her ass
lil’ n-gga got caught at the re-pass
he reachin’ for that glock, he getting hit fast
man, i’m smokin’ on gas and i’m feeling so different
i stay with my dawg just in case we get in it
if the b-tch don’t got a job, that’s a red flag
if the b-tch don’t got a car, that’s a red flag
i-im real right, do you see the red flag?
i’m with my nines, my slimes, my slatts
we got the draco’s and gat’s in the pack
better lay low, if you see me go to the back
’cause he gon’ have a halo if a n-gga do that
[verse 1: ka$hdami]
you was with your mans and you ain’t shoot back
got finessed for a gram, now you feelin’ so sad
got finessed for a vape, now i know that you feenin’
asked to hop on my tape, n-gga, i know you dreamin’
two j’s back to back, lil’ n-gga, i’m leanin’
beggin’ for your stick back, n-gga, i know you need it
these n-gga be p-ssy, they post then delete it
girl, you unsent your message, how was i gon’ read it?
talkin’ sh-t on the game, now that boy gettin’ a beatin’
boy, you don’t got stain, you don’t know the meanin’
max payne, two sticks in the whip and we squeezin’
’cause he de-filed my car and she motherf-ckin’ keyed it
p-ssy died on my snapchat, goin’ through my recent
listened to your tape, n-gga, that sh-t was decent
tried to give me your heart, baby, i ain’t keep it
dont f-ck with the water, n-gga, i be seasick
your gun got took, n-gga, you can’t retrive it
you live by the book, n-gga, you is a b-tch
you a rook, i’m a vet, n-gga, watch how i hit
n-ggas get shook when they get hit by that stick
wanna work out? get a fitbit, burn that sh-t
flip the qp like a ripstik, n-gga, we lit
i was really just a young misfit toting that stick
now i’m a boss n-gga in the hills and i’m rich
[chorus: ka$hdami]
these n-ggas keep stealin’ the swag, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
i ball in the gas so it might be a lil’ generous
i c’s like a class, n-gga, read the syllabus
you and a b-tch, tell me what the difference is
i mix the viv’ red rag on my hip and sh-t
look for the dip, n-gga, that’s where the stick is
i gave your b-tch d-ck, i’ll be back in a minute
i’m posted in ‘ella, i’m eating exquisite
and we movin’ too toxic, i gotta be distant
n-gga, this ain’t a option, i gotta be winning
two brown-skin b-tches in the telly and you know that they kissin’
my n-ggas gon’ ball like motherf-ckin’ tristan (jass)
i’m with your b-tch and i’m smackin’ her ass
lil’ n-gga got caught at the re-pass
he reachin’ for that glock, he getting hit fast
man, i’m smokin’ on gas and i’m feeling so different
i stay with my dawg just in case we get in it
if the b-tch don’t got a job, that’s a red flag
if the b-tch don’t got a car, that’s a red flag
i-im real right, do you see the red flag?
i’m with my nines, my slimes, my slatts
we got the draco’s and gat’s in the pack
better lay low, if you see me go to the back
’cause he gon’ have a halo if a n-gga do that
[verse 2: babysantana]
(f-bee, yeah) oh, oh-oh
told her she can’t get sh-t at my place no more
you dont gotta work ’cause now that we rich you dont gotta play safe no more
got tight jeans on, take ’em off
be rich, just don’t wait too long
put my feelings up inside this phone
you gon’ be okay, even if i did wrong
shooters on the block like tristan (jass)
girl, i dont want you, but you (bad)
bands to the club, throw all this (cash)
do me right, i might buy you a (bag)
wonder why my pockets so fat
one of my girls so bad
tryna catch my bro, my slatt

[outro: ka$hdami]
these n-ggas keep stealin’ the swag, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
i ball in the gas so it might be a lil’ generous
i c’s like a class, n-gga, read the syllabus
you and a b-tch, tell me what the difference is
i mix the viv’ red rag on my hip and sh-t
look for the dip, n-gga, that’s where the stick is
i gave your b-tch d-ck, i’ll be back in a minute
i’m posted in ‘ella, i’m eating exquisite
and we movin’ too toxic, i gotta be distant
n-gga, this ain’t a option, i gotta be winning
two brown-skin b-tches in the telly and you know that they kissin’
my n-ggas gon’ ball like motherf-ckin’ tristan (jass)

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