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letra de meaky bop - kay koopa

((chorus: kay koopa))
clutch a knife and do the meaky bop
punchin’ my chest, he stuck in my lungs
ayo dot, let’s spin through that block
smokin’ on so many deads got me high
meaky, golly, they said (ahh)
pocky, dodgy, they said (ahh)
never lackin’, catch me on my block
if he pull up to queens, let’s do him like [?] (golly)

((verse 1: odee nazzy))
meaky bop, while spinin’ through the t
ue paid, get the f-ck off my meat
you ain’t get back for bro who got shot out his sneaks
he could get shot if he chill on the g
meaky got poked on his way to the scene
pass me the pocky, roll him at the seems
she be like, nazzy you the boy of my dreams (look)
i get active slidin’ through his block
f-ck donny, he ran to the cops
push up on me i’ma empty this knock
if he spin’ through my block, that’s on brell, he get flocked (like d-mn)
can’t go out like golly, n-gga in a box (he in a box)
lil’ n-gga was hungry, hungry for a shot (glah boom)
yea i f-ck wit’ the bronx, them n-ggas on hots
but i spin mtm, cause them n-ggas my opps (my opps)

((verse 2: famous tdot))
i’m on the block, like free soulja
dodge hittin’ like meak, no boulder
why these n-ggas wanna talk on my deads, but all of they mans on they block, yeah they dead
meaky, pocky, dodgy, pain
all of the n-ggas got put in they place
n-ggas know what i do, and they know i’m the face
if i call up the guys, they gon’ slide where he stay (where he at?)
she a baddie, she actin’ real treeshy (treeshy)
put the knife to my chest, call me meaky (meaky)
n-gga went out and got put on a tv
f-ck wit’ some makks, but i call them my sleezies (e-wokk)
on that block, throw a million shots
n-ggas don’t know what can fit in my glock (my glock)
queensbridge k? b-tch, you ready to die? (ready to die?)
i’ma keep fl!ckin’ til’ i see the cops (die 12)

- kay koopa

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