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letra de 30 (freestyle) - kay creme

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(intro)
yeah
(yeah man, f-ck wrong with these n-ggas man
all y’all p-ssy n-ggas always f-cking sneaking and sh-t, acting like i ain’t the best in my motherf-cking city and sh-t)
see n-ggas sneaking man
(n-gga i’m running this sh-t man. clout god, n-gga i’m kay creme n-gga, f-ck wrong wit you n-ggas man. f-ck wrong with em’ man. ballin’ on these n-ggas man)
yeah

(verse)
let me tell you bout 30. let me tell you bout this 30
if a n-gga running up shoot in his face like stephen curry
had to put em on the cross just like a n-gga kyrie irvin
give a n-gga three strikes, & once he done i call the turkey

give a f-ck about a hater, i’m just really tryna make it
all my n-ggas bout that money, earn that check and then we save it
you will never catch me broke, i work until a n-gga famous
all these haters gone be mad, & i’ma stack up all this paper

give a d-mn what you say boy
i be making dough for this cake boy
don’t make me hit up dough for ya play boy
cause all my n-ggas kno where you stay boy

all y’all n-ggas p-ssy, swear y’all n-ggas p-ssy
balling on these lil n-ggas like i’m kobe as a rookie
all my n-gga bout to eat, just ask a coney what they cooking
if a n-gga got a problem, call my brother, get the uzi

give a f-ck bout what you choosin’
bad-ss like i’m boosie
b-tches throw that -ss, i’m f-ckin b-tches in they coochie
n-ggas rocking fake designer, you gone catch me rocking gucci
n-ggas hold they homie pistol, then act like them n-ggas shooting

i look at these f-ckin goofies
tell me why the f-ck he boosting
saying that them n-ggas shooting, just a act just like a movie
i done hung out with some fakes, i stg these n-ggas snooty
every shoe done found a snake i had to learn that sh-t from woody

we gone lay a n-gga back b-tch
show you where it’s at b-tch
if you get it twisted ima lay yo -ss flat b-tch
b-tches taking pictures but in person looking cat fish
all my n-ggas turnt & got my sisters in the back b-tch

t’d up to the max b-tch
smoke em like some thrax b-tch
i be whipping work, in kitchen whippin fragments
i can smell the green like stoner with that cat p-ss
f-ck that n-gga b-tch, & then i leave her wit my last b-tch

pop out wit this bad b-tch
shorty make it clap b-tch
i like all my money bbw, that fat b-tch
n-ggas in my feelings, tell that n-gga to relax b-tch
n-ggas want a feature, i ain’t rapping wit no trash b-tch

n-ggas saying that they gonna see me but in person never see me
if a n-gga think he big i hit up biggz to have em leaking
n-ggas calling all this bluff, i know these n-ggas cannot beat me
if a n-gga got a problem, come and check me or just leave it
p-ssy n-gga
tahhh, p-ssy n-gga

- kay creme

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