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letra de psa - kay flock

[intro]
big doa, n-gga
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
like, grr, grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah
hey, grrah, grrah
grrt, baow, baow

[chorus]
f-ck the diss i’ma act the f-ck up
everything dead, i ain’t dapping them up (everybody shot)
feel a way, you get clapped the f-ck up
don’t do ciroc only ac’ in my cup (grrt, baow, baow)
got a dub
got a beam on the scope, thats tough
like, he ain’t goin’ nowhere, i’m shootin’ wherever he run (where you goin’?, grrt, baow, baow)
i’m a gbg baby so b-tch i’ma cl!ck til’ its done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
and i love with the beam, if he run i’ma turn ’em to runtz (dummies)
outside, no security, b-tch it’s just me and my gun (it’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
i’m the king of new york and i’m still outside makin’ ’em run (don’t run, b-tch i do what i want)

[verse]
just copped out on a carti’
oh she jackin’ my baba in a heartbeat
i like my b-tch gangster, i don’t like ’em barbie
it get active like ricky and morty (like)
tap your head (rah, rah)
n-gga rah got clapped now he in the molly (baow, baow)
n-gga dead
and i’m tough by myself, no i don’t need a army (grrah, grrah)
grrah, grrah, grrah
see the line so i’m packin’ the b-tch
feel under pressure i’m blastin’ the sh-t
v210 how i’m wackin’ the whip
he shot a opp but i’m faster with it
it get nasty, now he coughin’ out blood
told you that i get active with it (grrt, baow, baow)
[chorus]
f-ck the diss i’ma act the f-ck up
everything dead, i ain’t dapping them up (everybody shot)
feel a way, you get clapped the f-ck up
don’t do ciroc only ac’ in my cup (grrt, baow, baow)
got a dub
got a beam on the scope, thats tough
like, he ain’t goin’ nowhere, i’m shootin’ wherever he run (where you goin’?, grrt, baow)
i’m a gbg baby so b-tch i’ma cl!ck til’ its done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
and i love with the beam, if he run i’ma turn ’em to runtz (dummies)
outside, no security, b-tch it’s just me and my gun (it’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
i’m the king of new york and i’m still outside makin’ ’em run (don’t run, b-tch i do what i want)

- kay flock

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