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letra de kid espy, please! - kid espy

(intro)

p-ssy gang sh-t, p-ssy gang sh-t
p-ssy gang sh-t, i’mma take another hit
p-ssy gang sh-t, f-ck yo’ f-cking b-tch
p-ssy gang sh-t, p-ssy gang sh-t

(verse 1)

why they wanna mess with me?
why they wanna test with me?
why she want have s-x with me?
yeah, she likes my melodies
i put you on a centerpiece
baby, you a masterpiece
i just wanna spread some peace
yeah, i’m gon’ share the piece

(verse 2)
black jit, with a fat back
playing blackjack, like you lack
gotta clean up the slack, cuz’ you don’t where you at
but you know how to @, so you’re looking like your wack
you’re looking like a wack mc, better bow on your knees to a god like me
d the og, like (like, like)
holy moly, this rollie, is holy
i know the, f-cking better compet-tor
got cheddar, barretta, gon’ set a
example, i mantled, you crampled
i stand for (i stand for sh-t b-tch)
i stand for kaepernik, no slap the b-tch
she mad at this, i’m glad at this
i stab the sh-t!
i master sh-t!

(bridge)

you cr-ppy b-tch! you cr-ppy b-tch!
you cr-ppy b-tch! you cr-ppy b-tch!
you cr-ppy b-tch! you cr-ppy b-tch!
you cr-ppy b-tch

(verse 3)

b-tches want my d-ck, when i slap ’em with that sh-t
i’mma p-ss ’em like a blunt
i’mma p-ss ’em round town, when i’m riding ’round town
old b-tch crack a frown
i’m coming for the crown, don’t care who around
i’mma go pound for pound, your career worth a pound
you ain’t making no sound, you could never come around
(d-mn! this sh-t’s loud!)

(verse 4)

yo b-tch, i’m pounding, and she rounding
now they counting, it’s astounding
her p-ssy a fountain, scale it, it’s a mountain
f-ck what you amounting, who ya’ll doubting?
i’m just gonna shout it
ya’ll ain’t even ’bout it!
how you acting shrouded?
why we allow this? we getting overcrowded
how we allow this? we getting overcrowded

(outro)

this over-saturation of the game, make it lame
you got nothing in your brain, and you staying in that lane
gotta stay in a lane, before you f-ck with my aim
‘fore i f-ck with your brain, ‘fore your b-tch in a train
better hop on the train, ‘cuz she never said your name
it’s not funny it’s a inane
not with it, it’s a shame
don’t know why i even came
said f-ck it, it’s the game
said f-ck it, yousa lame
said f-ck it, she’s the same

- kid espy

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