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letra de nina - kenzo balla

[intro]
(grah)
(grah grah, boom)
(like, like)
(every opp shot)
(grah grah)

[chorus]
i can’t lack, gotta walk wit’ the heater
love my nina, that b-tch, he can meet her
if a p-ssy n-gga try to creep up
i’ma just get to boomin’ like a speaker
roll a dead n-gga up in the beater
sippin’ the wock pour a 4 in the liter
you could keep her
i just wanted to hit it, that b-tch know i ain’t never need her
[verse 1]
all these n-ggas wanna do is diss
pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
movin’ hollow put reddies and sh-t
spot a opp in the spot and his head gettin’ spliffed
last n-gga got shot in his hip
they done ripped through his chest now he dead in a spliff
they dissin’ but they gettin’ took off thе list
if he jackin’ the opps then wе cl!ckin’ that b-tch, like
die gz, they ain’t do sh-t
all them lil n-ggas do is music
two v’s, that’s two clips
spin the well tryna catch us like two hits
off the yellow, i think i’ma lose it
everything dead, don’t think we on some cool sh-t
spin the o and i’m like, “where the goons?”
i’m tryna put a n-gga on the news
they just talk, what the f-ck do they do?
if we see em knock em out his shoes
catch lil dean that’s a headshot
he a baby, bullets make his bed rock
talk on jb, now it’s suicide
smokin’ on caine, now i’m super high

[verse 2]
spin the hill, where the f-ck lil edot?
if i catch em’ i’m lettin’ like three fly
smokin’ on country he died in a wing spot
we gon keep on throwin’ like a slingshot
like, the f-ck? these n-ggas is b-tt
everyone run when i pop out the cut
n-gga dumb if he think i won’t up
no hesitation, i’m leavin’ em slumped
like, on mezzy this not what they want
speak on jb, we gon go on a hunt
smokin’ on (shh) i rolled em in a blunt
wit’ some briscoe now that n-gga punchin’
f-ck the opps them n-ggas not on nothin’
get back gang, no we not for discussion
scream “doa” when we step in the function
bullets burn em, they hot like a oven
they throw a shot then we throwin’ a dozen
i’m wit flocka tryna hit his m-ffin
we some ootas’ we ain’t wit the bluffin’
they ain’t ootas’ all them n-ggas duckin’
since a jit i been takin’ that risk
oh they dissin’ on bro? then we takin’ that trip
i’ma up it tryna catch a hit
get right up on em turn em to a spliff
if it’s up, then it’s lit
when you see me better have your grip
so many deads like pass that nick
where the 4.5? pass that sh-t
f-ck n-gga got lined by a b-tch
she thought it was funny till we got em hit
don’t slip, or it’s clipped
we gon make sure you dead on the strip
f-ck n-ggas keep sayin’ my name
pick up a gun and go put in some pain
f-ck a leg i’m aimin’ for the brain
hollows gon hit em, sure to leave a stain
she like, “who you smokin?”
i’m like, “caine”
if you move suspicious on bro i’ma flame
n-ggas never took risks for they gang
they rappin’ but never go spin for they gang, like
you a oota’ but you never bend
wherever i go i gotta keep that thang, like
[chorus]
i can’t lack, gotta walk wit’ the heater
love my nina, that b-tch, he can meet her
if a p-ssy n-gga try to creep up
i’ma just get to boomin’ like a speaker
roll a dead n-gga up in the beater
sippin’ the wock pour a 4 in the liter
you could keep her
i just wanted to hit it, that b-tch know i ain’t never need her

[outro]
(grah)
(grah grah, boom)
(every opp shot)
(ahhh)

- kenzo balla

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