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letra de psa - kenzo balla

[intro – kyle richh]
grah
every opp shot
grah

[verse 1 – kyle richh]
suck my d-ck
i-i’m on hots
he not a demon, he tough with his knocks
(like, how was you smoking my deads?)
man got dropped, he was all in my head
like, and these n-ggas not smoking on lay, bow
reverse to see how he lay
d-mn i got money, they think i’m the man
to-too deep, just me and my tan
n-n-ggas ain’t opps, they fans
what did you do when you ran into me?
d-mn, these n-ggas p-ssy
and we been on live on they block
he tryna reach, too late, been clapped him
(cl!ck, cl!ck)
put that boy in the past tense
opp n-ggas, soft no napkin
bullets gon’ put ’em to sleep, no nappin’
and these n-ggas be bluffin’ and chattin’
he think i’m p-ssy cos’ i went to college
come here, let me show you what a glock is
rip through his brain, i might f-ck up his knowledge
i been outside since a jit
b-tch, i was raised in the ville’
i was 13 when my brother had died, then i picked up a toley cos’ sh-t gettin’ real
too much feelings to put in a pen
all these feelings, i wanna go spin
bi-big bro told me to chill
you gon’ be good, when you get you a deal
between my brothers, we share every mil’
free the ‘ooters, who locked in the cell
loco, [?], bdot, [?]
love my brothers, i love ’em for life (ahh)
two twin chops, i don’t need to fight (ahh)
[verse 2 – kenzo balla]
try to front, he got beat with the pipe
2-3 shots, i’m feeling like mike
keep a strap on my hip, no dyk-
spinning through courtlandt, let’s do this sh-t right
n-ggas dissing the 5 for the hype
i’m tryna catch me an o at the light
i send shots at they body, i’m not tryna type
like wait, who that in the room
oh he jackin the os? imma boom
she tryna f-ck with the wock, get into it
that b-tch [?], i keep me a boom
[?] new pack coming soon
notti got poked and put up on the news
how you smoking on bro, like what y’all n-ggas do?
me and my 50s really going kuu
shoot up the party if they getting jiggy
i’m big ebk, doa from the 50
oh they looking for me? come get wit me
shots to the belly, f-cking up his kidney
perky bussin’, got me dizzy
but sitchy stay on me, i’m always on 50
big dieos, diegz, i’m mixy
he run up, i flock my [?]
now let’s take a trip, do not fall
ray get to uppin’, tryna up the score
lil’ n-ggas, they ready for war
i spot me a shh-, leave him dead on the floor
imma flock and watch these bullets pour
hollow gon’ hit his body sore
when we dump, we tryna hit him more
f-ck a rapper, tryna get him gone
kicking they candles, everything dead
grab my chop, fill it with lead
when i walk, one in the head
that boy is awake, till we put him to bed
2-3 shots, he-he dead
when i spin through they block, all i see is red
put ’em to bed, tryna flock off the peg
i’m every o shot, n-ggas heard what i said like
[outro]
like what?
ahhh
every opp shot
everything dead
grah

- kenzo balla

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