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letra de 6 letter killers - kapo5

[intro]
ralo wake up!
i-i-i love you jae!

[verse]
she gon eat me up like jalapeno
but get spicy when we on the line
stick tucked in the mattress if they tryna play it
cause all i know about blowin that nine
imma talk later
i pour a line and i’ll see you later
demon alive, we send him to satan
i smoke a loose live i love how it’s tastin
if i double back on a opp blow a baby
don’t-don’t-don’t got no strap imma catch him like rabies
tracer the clan these 5 letters i bang it
had to tighten his screws so we sеnt him to mangus
i’m finna rewind the track then i flang it
shе got hit from the back she ain’t peep i was flankin
now i gotta get close, cut his head like it’s halo
that’s the guts in his mind lets go see what he thinkin
you see the size of the sh-ll? how he made it?
i hold the micro draco like a baby
to herok don’t think you can save it
i left a pole on a strip, he got baited
just send the pack off with cheese i can’t trade it
peeped n-ggas too nosey got knocked it they nasal
d-gg-n’ the cat curb kissed the durango
tan 19x gotta switch and a grip
so when you bl!ck you start tappin yo hips
sent a band on his head cause he talked out his lip
sippin to much start to f-ck up my p-ss
ghost gun so it’s a alias clip
460 movin’ my keys by the whip
he gon stop all that toothin’ if we check his temp
cousin smokin’ on hooka how she get into that?
i’m so young and ruthless but i’m still exempt
0 in with yo scope and then take off his temple
she know how i get on alone, parents say i’m respectful
can’t keep a b-tch all my hoes got neglected
when he got hit with the 50 it changed his whole setting
can’t clique a opp box him in at the wedding
hot line bling got the street filled with fetti
boofin’ on thrax smoke me out the centry
he got hit in the back cause all of that lunchin’
[verse 2]
you can’t take me out k5 the headin’
i put a hole in yo back just for runnin’
300 on me right now i ain’t stuntin’
can’t beef with no n-gga they pockets to ugly
pop out the bush when you come out i’m comin’
still made a rap off these drugs like i’m lucki
too much to lose i can’t move like no dummy
now they closin’ his case and they couldn’t find coverage
i shoot the switch in his ass like a b-tton
came from the dirt cause i started with nothin’
tried to run but he couldn’t get far enough
lanvin paint drip when i step, it’s harder though
goyard bag and my racks lean on it
kicks turnt black cause i spilt lean on em
knocked off his cap let the rats feed off em
stay silent from rats let the racks bleed on me
run in yo trap leave you dead in yo office
i done got snaked, why yall ass tryna cross me?
come out the cut with this blackout like coffee
he got put on some crutches, a l!ck while he walkin’
i’m spittin bars tryna get x out my body
i get high as h-ll so who the real top kid?
no phone on the drill i don’t know who talkin’
i’m just tryna k!ll he tripped when he saw us!
[outro]
(he tripped when he saw us!)
(he tripped when he saw us!)
(he tripped when he saw us!)
(this is a kapo exclusives n-gga)
(he tripped when he saw us!)
(dj kapo)

- kapo5

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