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letra de like mike - kay jay the quiet kid

[intro: kay jay the quiet kid]
yeah, okay
hit him with the one-two, no kung-fu
hit him with the one-two, one-two combo
hit him with the one-two, then run through
hit him with the one-two, can’t undo

[verse 1: kay jay the quiet kid]
i wanna talk about riches
these f-ck n-ggas talking about b-tches
all my glocks got switches
all my b-tches got b-tches
hit him with the one-two, like mike
tyson sh-t if a n-gga wanna bite
no bow wow, but i shoot like mike
b-tch, i just do sh-t, shout out to nike
black forces with a gun and a knife
wanna fight me, then you fight for your life
these n-ggas is trippy, so i leave them red
these b-tches got bird brains chasing bread
if you got some stacks, thеn you get some head
you givе her a piece, then you take her to bed
then go to the moon, like whole lot of red
see him, i got him, my scope infrared

[verse 2: younger g]
yeah, younger g
n-gga been sane for a long time
and i been sane for a long time
play with me, gotta know it’s the wrong time
he a goat, but he come with the wrong line
hope that them kiddies be k!lling for real
and they ain’t be talking about fortnite
sh-t
last track, n-gga said he ballin’
and i’m ballin’ for real, never offside
michael jordan or something when i’m recording
never chase, no assumption, i keep on scoring
i’m deportin’, deportin’ your top five
now your fave, younger g, you can’t even tell
got your b-tch’s ass on the kitchen scale
and she wonder how i got her skin pale
ha, younger g
[verse 3: osa the dealer man]
young n-gga, gotta keep it real
keep it locked, f-ck how you feel
all my homies they know what’s the deal
we get money and we keep it trill
pray to god, i don’t waste time
n-gga die if you take mine
won’t lie, man, i weren’t find
that’s why i gotta break the skyline
spittin’ fire over these instrumentals
i burn a n-gga like the devil
play it loud like we all in the center
we burnin’ sh-t like heavy metal
remember the days i was chasing the cheddar
i thought that my days would get better
now i got it in abundance
and the look on they faces is fed up

[outro: osa the dealer man]
i remember
b-tch, i remember
i was chillin’ in the ends
n-gga thinkin’ bout a benz
n-ggas thought i wouldn’t be sh-t
oh, who the f-ck, laughin’ out
who be movin’ all the pounds?
treat this sh-t like it’s a dream
n-ggas always movin’ like they in a crowd
long as i got loud, i don’t give a f-ck
what they talkin’ bout
n-ggas thought i wouldn’t be sh-t
but who the f-ck, laughin’ now?
who the f-ck, laughin’ now?

- kay jay the quiet kid

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