letra de hot n ready freestyle - kalan.frfr
kalan ain’t bout sh-t, that n-gg- sing, he ain’t gon flip out
feed a n-gg- this choppa til it click, then switch the clip out
she gon suck my d-ck, but i ain’t finna eat that b-tch out
rucci told a n-gg- light it up, i broke my wrist out
pj house look like sweetw-ter, all these drumsticks
n-gg-s talk about he nick cannon, he ain’t gon drum sh-t
dumb b-tch keep stepping on my shoes, imma trip her -ss
heard around town she was a hoe, better come get her -ss
been told you hoes i was dumb, you ain’t believe n-gg-s
hollow tips put him on his period, i bleed n-gg-s
sk, he cut through your chest, how you gon breathe n-gg-
that tough sh-t gon get you n-gg-s k!lled, you ain’t creed n-gg-
acting like you tough, i’m finna put you on the scene n-gg-
arjay looking at me like, i thought you was gon sing n-gg-
i be blowing bags, i love barneys, i’m a fiend n-gg-
big timer, feel like mannie fresh, i bling bling n-gg-
this one for my daddy, cus he so [?] street n-gg-
i got k!llers with me from the shaw down to peach n-gg-
i got k!llers with me from the north and the east n-gg-
how he good in every hood, in watts, and they beef n-gg-
call the fn diana ross, cus she reach n-gg-s
n-gg-s talking bout he want a fade, i got bleach n-gg-
subst-tute your dumb-ss son, like i teach n-gg-s
you gon get your stupid -ss robbed, tryna preach n-gg-
balenciagas, ice cream hoodie, did he reach n-gg-
my b-tch a backwoods, your b-tch a swisher sweet n-gg-
and your baby mama eating d-ck, at my airbnb n-gg-
dead homies, she said i’m the realest she done seen n-gg-
i’m that young n-gg- with the jacket on, the diamond chains
b-tches on my frame, i could f-ck, ain’t gotta know her name
i get all these little b-tches wet, i think i’m aquaman
i gotta lot bands if you gonna shake something, b-tch pop it then
i ain’t playing with no n-gg-, it’s 2019
i was f-cking hoes, when they [?] up in my white tee
i’m a hoe, so don’t none of my n-gg-s b-tches like me
half these b-tches be the side n-gg-, they just like me
right back on the f-ck sh-t, i ain’t f-cking with no f-ck n-gg-s
i do all my dirt, all by my lonely, i dont trust n-gg-s
delta gang, catch me on the block, i’m with my good peoples
we got ar’s, fn’s, and we got desert eagles
bonez bout to drop, that’s my dog like a f-cking beagle
i’m high as f-ck, i feel it in the air, i think i’m beanie sigel
y’all be f-cking high school b-tches, ooh you r kelly
talking bout you call her lil ceasers, cus she hot n ready
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