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letra de heydays - khnumb

(verse 1)
moving like the top of the mob ya squad filled wit opps
treat em like some cops, we don’t f-ck wit em, none at all
we can throw them hands dawg, ain’t no guns involve
everytime we hit the stage,that’s them n-gga curtain call
passionate but cynical, woo i’m a riddle don’t?
i ain’t tryna couple up, something like a single note
i’m worth a billion notes, so please don’t watch the physical
the vibe is -n-log not digital so i don’t feel em uh

(hook)
got em out here looking stupid
got em wondering how we do sh-t yеa yea
n-ggas talk but really soft as duvets
i ain’t for thе talk this sh-t is juve- yea yea

(chorus)
i just lit a plane, only filled wit mary jane
took a shot to the brain, while she suck my candy cane
my clique go insane for the cake, f-ck you sayin’?
my clique filled wit greats, self-made we gon make it bruh

(verse 2)
put me in wit gibbs you know we gon in for the k!ll
yea i do it for the love, yea i do it for the thrill
imma skinny n-gga, but i don’t need no meal
while you call yo’ b-tch ma cause she gotta feed the kid
(hook 2)
got em out here looking stupid, ugly
i be out here goin’ stupid, ugly
when they out here they never do sh-t like dummies
and the b-tches love the kid like cupid all on me
i be wit’ the gang going stupid, ugly
f-ckin wit the gang is you stupid? dummy!?
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck what we doin’? f-ckin
wallet on my couch looking stupid, chubby

(chorus)
i just lit a plane, only filled wit mary jane
take a shot to the brain, while she suck my candy cane
my clique go insane for the cake, f-ck you sayin’?
my clique filled wit greats, self-made we gon make it bruh

(verse 3)
i don’t need a chain, just to bang, ask my main thing
she f-ckin’ wit the gang, she can hang like a shoe string
every bar i lay swear it’s sounding like my pay day
n-ggas out here rappin couldn’t best me in my heyday
i stay murking beats and i do it with the melee
soon thee n-ggas cappin’, gon’ be crashin’ yellin’ mayday
how they fallin’ for the classic kinda culty
n-ggas say my name but can’t sh-t insult me
especially from a b-tch, who ain’t bout nothin’
i’m outside, on site, is you comin’?
(hook 2)
got em out here looking stupid, ugly
i be out here goin’ stupid, ugly
when they out here they never do sh-t like dummies
and the b-tches love the kid like cupid all on me
i be wit’ the gang going stupid, ugly
f-ckin wit the gang is you stupid? dummy!?
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck what we doin’? f-ckin
wallet on my couch looking stupid, chubby

(outro)
my clique filled wit greats, self-made
we gon’ make it bruh
we gon’ make it bruh

- khnumb

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