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letra de onna come up - kid $lit

[verse 1:]
(go, go!)
right now on a come up
i wanna shoot at yo crew
’cause you talkin’ that sh-t where you at?
send shots at yo momma
we came in packin’ the heat
man we packin’ the 9’s
and we aimin’ for eyes and yo t–th
ion wan’ talk to the b-tch
’cause she said i ain’t sh-t
and she knowin’ that she for the streets
ride with a beam on the pistol
i’m c-ckin’ it back let it eat
i do it for free
feelin’ like curry
i hit all my shots from the three
got a car with no key
car windows tinted
the rage that i’m feelin’
hit you and yo fam with the glock
we gotta switch to yo lane
hit you in yo brain
we hittin’ the gas do the dash

[verse 2:]
goin’ so fast
i hope i don’t crash
i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tch from the back in the back
pull on her hair and i’m smackin’ hеr ass
prayin’ to god that she lettin’ me tap
all of that sh-t that you told mе was cap
she wanna figure me, figure me out
imma be eatin’ her eatin’ her out
[verse 3:]
b-tch i’m mischevious
b-tch i’m mysterious
pull up in masks
halloween i am serious
got you so furious
really am curious
why did she want you?
i gotchu
you said you got guap
and she came to me
givin’ me top
if you wan’ talk
if you show up or not
you still is a b-tch
and i hope that you rot

{verse 4:]
pull up my pistol gon’ pop
and the 40 won’t stop
and the 40 won’t jam
the 40 gon’ bam
i got it on cam
yo fam is like, “d-mn”
they smellin’ the death in the air
really don’t care
i’m hittin’ it bare
i’m wanted
they seein’ me more and more rare

- kid lit

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