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letra de evil twins (solo version) - kenzo balla

[intro]
like, what?
ah
every opp shot
like, what?
grrah, grrah
what the f-ck?
every opp shot
doa
ah

[verse]
what the f-ck? now it’s lit
driving the stoley, spinnin’ through they strip
ayo, sha gz, suck my d-ck
if i see your mother, i’m clippin’ that b-tch
if i see your sister, i’m kickin’ that b-tch
they got kenzo be back on that sh-t
spot me a g’, you know i gotta blitz
we gon’ get him took up off the list, like
and i swear they not ready for war
if we get the addy, we kickin’ the door
put a n-gga mother on the floor
lotti [?], we don’t do the war
threw shots at his body, now that n-gga soft
we ain’t stoppin’ ’til that n-gga fall (like, what?)
spin through the eight tryna up on ’em all
we gon’ show these n-ggas how to ball, like
everything dеad, every g’ gettin’ shot
wе gon’ spin and tg tryna light up the block
every opp gettin’ shot
give a f-ck who you with, b-tch, i’m lettin’ it flock
i’ma cl!ck, it’s no tellin’ me, “stop”
i’ma up ’til i’m done ’til a jet n-gga drop
everyone shot, i ain’t lettin’ you rock
so n-ggas better invest in a chop’, like
you lost lotti, watched him die
yo, sha, why you be runnin’ and sh-t? (like, what?)
they thought you was buggin’ and sh-t
buggin’ on what? name a thing that you did
spin the gates and i’m aimin’ for wigs
them n-ggas ain’t hounds, them n-ggas is kids
how i be lookin’ dirty in my fl!cks?
none of y’all n-ggas don’t got no drip, like
ayo, nesty, where your bestie?
yus got hit up again, sh-t heavy
why the f-ck these n-ggas tryna test me?
i’ma start buggin’, boomin’ with the xd
off a twenty, smokin’ on some mexi (mexi)
rah-rah got hit, the seat was lookin’ messy (messy)
in the four and i’m totin’ on becky
spot me a opp in this sh-t gettin’ deadly
like, what? i’ma spin through the have’, no, i ain’t tryna box
i ain’t tryna argue with the opps
i’m tryna leave a n-gga on his block, like
when i up, better duck from the knocks
he was too laced, so that n-gga got shot
catch ek, send him with his pops
everything k, they can’t come to my block, like
5th to the sev, ebk
when i up, better get out the way
doa be the gang
lil’ dumb n-gga got shot in his face
when i up, better pick up the pace
adrenaline rushin’ when i’m on the 8
f-ck the gates, they ain’t safe
back out the chop’, let it spray, like
[outro]
grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
every opp shot, ahh
ahh, like, what?
like, big doa
grrah-grrah, boom

- kenzo balla

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