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letra de rr anthem - kankan feat. summrs

hold on, n-gga, yeah
n-gga, i’m high as f-ck right now, yeah
uh, i’m too high, i’m too high, uh

n-gga, like hol’ on
n-gga know we got drac’s inside this b-tch
so don’t move wrong
you could lose your life inside this b-tch
now i got two phones
’cause these hoes be on my d-ck
walked in with two poles
even though these n-ggas, they ain’t on sh-t
we like the group home
hold on, two tone
ayy, freebandz sh-t, b-tch, i feel like pluto
hold on, double r, uh, n-gga, taliban
drac’ came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans

hold on, twin say
that sh-t fye as f-ck, copped that new drac’
hold on, twin say
when you blow that b-tch, make sure you hit his face
hold on, twin say
had to go and throw that b-tch away
ridin’ broad day
ain’t no witness so it ain’t no case, n-gga
hold on, twin say
caught a pj, yeah, we outta state

i’m like d-mn, how the f-ck i catch a case right out of state? (yeah)
and i caught that b-tch soon as i left la (n-gga, yeah)
i ain’t have no bond, was out the second day (ha, yeah)
ayy, and f-ck the rap sh-t, all these n-ggas g-y (yeah)
ayy, big before them racks, yeah, i been paid (ha, yeah)
b-tch, yeah, most of my n-ggas don’t rap, they still made a way
me and abby been locked in since the 8th grade (yeah)
i say free lil’ will, he locked up in that cage (free lil’ will)
off this rap sh-t, my mama bills, they paid

damani scored some drank so we finna pour it up
and my fans say they prayin’ for me but i don’t even give a f-ck
and, n-gga, f-ck this money, n-gga, throw that sh-t up
n-gga, what you saved up, yeah, i put in my cup
these hoes can’t get saved, n-gga, they just out of luck
they say, “kan, you sound the same,” i had to change it up (ha)

yeah, these hoes can’t get saved, n-gga, they just out of luck, yeah, ha
yeah, these hoes can’t get saved, n-gga, they just out of luck, yeah, ha

told kan, “put the gloves on, n-gga, we goin’ in, don’t drop that rod”
my n-gga deuce tweaked out on x pills ’cause he might have to send that boy
and don’t you send ya lil’ flunked out n-ggas out west unless you want his ass go meet god
we in that fast b-tch, in the fast lane, that b-tch knew it was us as soon as she saw it

my n-gga sendin’ that drank through the east script knowin’ that b-tch gon’ land tomorrow
my n-ggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin’ out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i-10, that b-tch tryna crawl a f-ckin’ wall
ain’t none of my n-ggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall

she tryna kick sh-t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lockjaw
n-gga seen his b-tch in my likes, askin’ if i hit and i’m like, “nah”
just linked with my plug from the h, he showed me a hunnid, told him, “b-tch, we ball”

- kankan feat summrs

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