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letra de grimey - kayel

(on my dead potna n-gga!)

[verse 1: kayel]
bullets go ra-ta-ta-tat, in yo back
swerving the jeep, b-tch i’m puffin’ on thrax
ho wanna f-ck, i said bih just relax
just gimme top, while i count up these racks
beam at yo head, it’s gone take off yo cap
my demon just told me, don’t give ‘em no dap
weave through a right, and got hit wit a left
uppercut knock ‘em out, where is the ref
takin’ his b-tch, ima buss on her chest
takin’ a breath, [?]
i do it the best, i ain’t really impressed
got a glock wit beam, bet it put ya to rest (n-gga i’ll blow yo f-ckin head off!)
[?], finna load up the clip
i made a movie, that b-tch was a trip
i don’t wanna f-ck you, just give mе the lip
tango down, that n-gga a blip
this thang hold rounds, got a drum in this b-tch
don’t make a sound, beforе you get clipped
unlimited rounds, i let that b-tch rip
i walk in his town and i left wit his b-tch
bite on the beat, like potato on a chip
tired of people that be fakin’ sh-t
see in my eyes, you can tell i’m legit
thought i was done, it ain’t over
i got a gun, in the rover
cop pull me over, you too slow huh
she gimme throat, made her throw up
gang signs when i’m flexing my ice
blind this sh-t, gone knock out yo lights
weekend to weekend she gettin that pipe
we get to sweepin’ they creepin’ like mice
early this evening, i f-ck on a dyk-
it’s really deceiving, the glock it got bite

- kayel

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