letra de face card - kha structure
[verse]
on they block and we lookin’ for face cards
i can say on my mother i hate y’all
i can never get booked for a rape charge
free all the bros from the rock to the state yard
i’m a demon i don’t play with kids
[?] want kay glizz
mentionin’ us n-ggas gotta be [?]
what you think i’ma do something happen to skizz, n-gga?
oh, he think i care ‘bout this rap sh-t?
ask around, b-tch, i really get active
and i feel like i’m really attractive
i’ll have a b-tch let me know where the makk live
and this gun that i’m totin’, massive
he ain’t really no shooter, he passive
how you up on the net like a bad kid?
heard you got booked for a pole and you jacked it
n-gga, slide or provide?
how is you slide and provide and ain’t n0body died?
i really slid with the guys
and if i don’t got the g, n-ggas know i’ma drive
they don’t go internet live
postin’ that lo, n-gga, why would you play with your life?
n-ggas lucky they’ll still be alive
everybody gon’ die we gon’ give it some time, like
throwin’ salt you know that sh-t a crime
and your b-tch gettin’ f-cked is defined
i done broke a few hearts in my prime
i could play with your b-tch, i don’t play ‘bout mine, like
we gon’ spin through they block and rewind
if i see sendthree, i’ma send five
nunnie be cappin’, like he be on time
n-gga, nunnie da iii was just nunnie da prime
n-ggas better invest in a bl!ck
i got thirty shots up in this stick
ain’t no slide on that moped sh-t
if i hear a moped then that sh-t gettin’ flipped
i wanna know why c blu in the mix
n-gga, where was this energy before the diss?
oh, i get it, you ridin’ [?]
i would’ve been tight too i got shot in my d-ck, n-gga
n-gga, why would i listen to crooklyn?
he ain’t outside movin’ through brooklyn
he just up on the internet woofin’
i might bet bread he ain’t been to the booking
feel like chevy, i pop up the same day
outside on the block smokin’ kaykay
two deep in the east, me and dayday
free qb he just wrote me on jpay
he got hit in his chest and his hand
took a deep breathe and that b-tch did the naynay
n-ggas mad they ain’t really my mans
free leeky g, n-ggas gotta free jj
i got aim, let me fix up my stance
let this sh-t rip like my gun was a beyblade
interview with a hole in your pants
go get a job n-gga you need a pay day
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