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letra de a story written by a jerk - kazimir uh2o

okay, i start, n-gga shoot apart, he be shooting guns
n-gga shootin’, n-gga shootin’ guts, let me show my runs
what i did, what i didn’t do, see n-gga clush his move
double f-cked, cuz we in the streets, you know how we do
so i ride, i picked up my wife, she ain’t felony
what’s the word? i’m gon’ k!ll my thot, so she from kankakee
under my sock, there’s a f-cking pan, does it mean i can?
for sure i can, i can brush my t–th, tooth paste ain’t no scam
what we doin’? we be stealing cars, f-ck me, i’m on bars
oh sh-t! i just peed myself, do i sh-t guitars?
no i don’t, i’m a f-cking aunt, b-tch, i got no titties
ask my wife: “b-tch ass, what you want”, she gon’ flush my kidneys
we stop at hotel, feel like i’m role model, we be throwing bumpers
i got sh-t, likе forever lit, n-gga must admit
i’m on top, shady’s sipped my drop, you know how it go
you a flop, b-tch, i doublе popped, you know how we talk
i saw a pimp, that i barely knew, he just want some shoes
but i knew, he a foolish fool, so i shoot at roof
whitewash falling, so that pimp was looking like he is dead walking
i’m just tryna murder n-ggas and i don’t care if they big figures
we sit back to whip, i just brushed my t–th, they say im tay keith
play for keeps, slide for me, they say i’m too stripped
what be wrong? i just wear my pants, i ain’t got no tee
i ain’t got to mention tooka, cause his ass is with odee
we slide to shop, wifey gave me top, i be thick as f-ck
my fat ass grabbed a huge ass mass, should i touch the grass now?
i be toting guns, doing sh-t for fun? b-tch you got manbun
press this b-tton, h-ll nah, it’s a trigger, you just shot your finger
got the nerves, plus i keep proverbs for some n-ggas like lil force
who is him? i don’t know nothing, he probably a corpse
oh sh-t! i just mentioned tooka! did it sound like wooka-wooka?
i forgot that we been sliding with my wife, we be like hooka
see this n-gga von, he ain’t got no phone, what he did with bun
timmy be a scum, f-ck me like i cum, shut the beat, uh-um
say you tough? what you did? all you did – you hung
you did hang your gun, you too scared to shoot, boy, you on a run
“but what ’bout story, you forgot about it? you said you lil’ proud of it!
you a liar, b-tch i’m really tired, f-ck kazimir, he fired
he ain’t tell a story!” ughum, boy, you want the story?
i ain’t got nothing to tell, so please get off my territory

- kazimir uh2o

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