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letra de pool party - kay kvppa

[verse: rizz]
i’m wigging it bros jus filling it
billing him 2 man step get rid of him
phone bro n he’s bringing it shank in tops
new pool that his mandem swimmin’ in

pool party pop shots at his mango leaking lemme show man how a villain is
i’m living it kweng man swinging it chest shot ting ligaments mans ripping it

goose on macs with a million bro gon finish him 2 man step and it’s villainous
they talk so tough on the gang can’t talk no more no speech no privilege
bring me the dots i’ll air him bro gon tear him zk sharp like phineas spot an opp he’s stuttering mumbling how can i take him serious

bruck it 2 man gonna step and bang it
how do they talk when they ain’t on crashing
waps and chetes gon tear mans jacket

bros too sk!llful chefs when he grabs him
i jump in grab shanks then i pack him
two twin ting might revoke mans lifе
but the dots in hand gon add to his fashion

peppering neeks i’ll pеpper his jacket
severing gs i’ll level wit trapping
spice in dots gonna heat up his chest
i’ll mix up zs in a rex when trappin
me and bro on ped no helm just ballys lurk tryna up this tally
g lock burst 6 bells in the alley points celebrate with grams of cali

[verse: kay kvppa]
like, how many opp n-ggas resting in p-ss?
timmy, td, dead in a ditch
like, how they gon diss on my deads
when half of them n-ggas is dead in my spliff?

like them n-ggas got the feds hot
and my n-ggas lettin’ more than 10 flock
like how is you spinnin’ my block?
but them n-ggas is rattin’ and talking to cops

[verse: kay kvppa & rizz]
like how you gon k!ll me, but you can’t get to me?
mixed like potions chemistry potent catch rodents dats enemies
big black ting wit a bumper crop top got some d from da g like kennedy
the other man don’t ride jus link wit their boys that’s stuck in the cemetery sent man heavenly might jus jealous me

i’m in the spot and i’m droppin’ the mak
like n-ggas can push up on anyone else, if he push up on me, get ’em whacked
like timmy was out pumping gas, and that n-gga got clapped
n-ggas they saying they spinnin’ my block but them n-ggas know all that sh-t cap, like

goose on macs with a million bro gon finish him 2 man step and it’s villainous
they talk so tough on the gang can’t talk no more no speech no privilege
privileges, them n-ggas got none, i’m on hots and i stay tryna flock one
i ain’t gon stop the spinnin’ till the job done, i be on hots and i stay tryna flock sum
how can i take man serious
talk on the net you might reach your period
serious blood gon drip dats horror insidious
do my man i might leave him hideous

where’s his affiliate? way too mysterious
can’t believe dem idiots inside or out please tell me the difference
man still step trying hit him with millions

- kay kvppa

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