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letra de enemies - kc purp

[intro]
enemies!
my god, i’ma pray for my enemies
got murderous tendencies
felonies, deputies
k!lling the beat is my specialty
you taking penalties
jealousy!
my god, you are filled up with jealousy
i got the recipe
destiny, remedy
f-ck, it’s my legacy, no place i’d rather be
godd-mn kc!

[verse 1]
i be k!lling sh-t, like a jihad
slept with all my bros, and we slept up in a peapod
talking to the streets like a beatbox
blowing this smoke like we smoking off the treetops
i will always run from the ops
never caught a case, so far from (?)
i don’t wanna ever work like a blue collar
i bring the pain like a tattoo parlor
f-ck a two cents, i put in my two dollars
matta-fact, think you owe me a few dollars
you don’t want a tab on me, big fella
i’m a lockbox, i ain’t god, big fella
don’t be throwing shade, ’cause i’ve got an umbrella
work on my own, i don’t need no agenda
i had a b-tch last night, on my right
waking up tomorrow, just to know a homie right
they be saying chill, no chill, i’ma fight
i’ma keep on k!lling until i see the light
(?) i know she being cheat on
i’m a big man, i don’t hang with any peons
wish i’d go and bring my mom the pieces for the freedom
and i never need a reason
take a strap and load a round into my demons
seeing through you like a sea
wouldn’t have seen a girl sl-tting for me in a f-cking eon
’cause i come and go just like the summer season

[chorus]
enemies!
my god, i’ma pray for my enemies
got murderous tendencies
felonies, deputies
k!lling the beat is my specialty
you taking penalties
jealousy!
my god, you are filled up with jealousy
i got the recipe
destiny, remedy
f-ck, it’s my legacy, no place i’d rather be
i got no enemy

[verse 2]
i-i-i don’t be rapping ’bout guns
but i’ll take a shot if you ever wanna run up
i’m a young man, little k!ller on the come up
yelling f-ck you and f-ck trump with a gun up
little dumb-dumb talk sh-t, you don’t wanna
better run right back home to your mama
this ain’t no world for the scared or the weak
you’ve got a price on your soul if you’re free
it’s been a minute since i have been free
i got my girl, and she just popped a bean
i got myself, i just popped on the scene
i take the heat, it’s just built in my jeans
clean white, never been a dirty b-st-rd
but i’ll master how to figure answers
grinding every day for those money transfers
hoping that my daddy beat his f-cking cancer
watch me do my double money, double money dance
i could show a ratchet b-tch a culture, out in france
i’m a producer, a music consumer
input/output, like a computer
talking h-lla sh-t on you, i’ll send my sharpshooter
always keep a strap on me, lex luger
i’ve been getting better, i don’t think i am a junior
hearing that talk about me, like a rumor
i been getting bigger, getting bigger like a tumor
i started from the jump, i never ever been a bloomer
i’ma cruise up on her close and tell that b-tch that i’m a spooner
sooner, later, i’ma wager for my time up in the future

- kc purp

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