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letra de maybach - kenzo balla

[intro: shiloh dynasty]
i know you so well, so well ()
i mean, i can do anything that he can ()
i’ve been pretty-

[verse 1: mr. bond]
pray a lot, i’on know where i’m going
shot a n-gga, pop a perc’, now i’m flowin’
this the life that i live, i ain’t jokin’
feds on my d-ck ’cause i’m totin’
mama cryin’, told her, “keep all your bail money”
and they tried to cut me, they scared of me
dirty n-ggas can’t afford this maybach
got a [?] same day on my maybach
i done [?], they ain’t thinkin’ i’m walkin’ wit’ it
ran off on the plug, now i’m paranoid
down bad, make you wanna go start a war
on that corner, same fit, just different drawers
me and naz dropped out, we just wanted more
just wanted to shop at amiri store
big l!cks, still hittin’ that for sure
big sticks, still cl!ckin’ that for sure
go to court, see a opp, and i’m duckin’ life
lil’ n-gga got hit just for clutchin’
hit ’em up, no, we ain’t for discussion
off a perc’, b-tch, know when i’m bussin’
f-ck it and suck it, she told me she love it
after tonight, they don’t see us in public
drillin’ and rappin’, the feds be on it
i can’t complain, i be gone by the morning
[verse 2: kenzo balla]
with the wokks, and we came just to run it up
n-ggas envy ’cause n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
sip a four, pour a wock in my double cup
i just bought a .40, run up, i’ma dump
i ain’t tryna go back to my old way
been official since back in the old days
if he spot them n-ggas, it’s a close case
bet these hallows gon’ take off his whole face
on my doley, just needed my own sp-ce
i just hope you don’t leave when i need you
in my feelings, got me feelin’ evil
i’m not like these n-ggas, we ain’t equal
talkin’ hot, better duck when i see you
how you talk crazy but run when i see?
smokin’ mexxy, sh-t hit like a needle
hop out the v, i’ma up it and leave you
got rayy balla wit’ me, sh-t get mixy
call up chase, we got 50 for 50
movin’ wocky, totin’ on this stitchy
we the makks that put on for the 50’s
drippy demons, we runnin’ the city
opps be dissin’ but they runnin’ ricky
she sees me and she poppin’ her titties
we them n-ggas that really get busy
and tell me why these opp n-ggas dissin’
my n-ggas winnin’, they n-ggas ain’t spinnin’
get up close, i can’t shoot from a distance
f-ck making piece, i’m tryna get ’em finished
got some n-ggas still stuck in the kitchen
doin’ what ever just to get the chicken
call up pdot and we on a mission
we hit our targets, we not into missin’

- kenzo balla

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