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letra de no features - kid kwazii

[hook]
f-ck all that rap sh-t if it’s beef i promise to pop out
and i’m kicking in doors, if anyone ask just tell ‘em i’m locked out
my bro he a janitor
clean ya pockets he might bring a mop out
i was whippin’ she told me that she don’t run top i’m like b-tch you can hop out
she told me that she don’t give head i was driving i told her to walk home
and i beat up the p-ssy she always come back to a n-gga like stockholm
and the opps that i know rocking plastic as gold but they make sure the glock chrome
dropping sprite in the styrofoam cup wit’ the ice and i wait till the wok foam

[verse 1]
and i’m only in the booth cause if not then
i would prolly be a yute who was shot dead
and i only spеak the truth top left
gotta shawty in the stu toplеss
dex gang! can’t stop won’t stop ’til a n-gga on top and the squad blessed
if you know she gon’ drop for a small check
then why you still chasing hoes if you jobless?
hey, hey! look mom no features
cause i’m better own i don’t need ‘em
i be makin’ conversation with my demons
no 9 tails but i’m evil believe it
she tellin’ me that i’m a dog i’m a heathen
she deserve better she a treat she a queen and…
i don’t trust her, told me she was vegan
but she was eatin’ on my meat last weekend!
and she was saying that her father a deacon
but when i hit her from the back she be tweakin’
she be calling out “jesus jesus”
wait i thought your dad was the one who was preachin’
i ain’t beggin’ you to stay you a diva
just shake a lil ass when you leavin’
on god had the metal i was squeezin’
these n-ggas lackin’ w the iron
anemic
[verse 2]
my b-tch from the uk give top like she number one so i call her headdie
i got a k in the left, ruger in the right, you put them together i’m freddy
b-tch we just f-ckin’ not dating or talking or speaking or choppin’ we not going steady
we can get live any time that you ready
but when it’s enough we might pop at your getty
we can get live at the church where you pray at
the crib where you stay at
you won’t see it comin’
we might just pull up in a honda or maybach
and spray that so lay back cause there ain’t no runnnin’
we see him next
he ain’t leaving if not with the ems
leave that b-tch soakin’ in blood like it’s pms
and this choppa do tricks bmx

[verse 3]
i’m the best out my city
i’m claimin’ dat
n-ggas hating ‘cause they know i’m stating facts
if i pull up they just gonna paint it black
cause they know that lil kwazii a maniac
f-ck is you talkin bout n-ggas and b-tches is switching and
snitches is winnin’
got stitches for who try to finish my digits
you thought i was playin’ now didn’t you
choppa poke at a n-gga like peek-a-boo
[hook]
f-ck all that rap sh-t if it’s beef i promise to pop out
and i’m kicking in doors, if anyone ask just tell ‘em i’m locked out
my bro he a janitor
clean ya pockets he might bring a mop out
i was whippin’ she told me that she don’t run top i’m like b-tch you can hop out
she told me that she don’t give head i was driving i told her to walk home
and i beat up the p-ssy she always come back to a n-gga like stockholm
and the opps that i know rocking plastic as gold but they make sure the glock chrome
dropping sprite in the styrofoam cup wit’ the ice and i wait till the wok foam

- kid kwazii

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