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letra de thru the storm - kid lundi

[intro : kid lundi]
ooh, mmh, uh, ooh
yeah, ooh, uh, woah, ooh-ooh
ugh, yeah, yeah, mmh, ooh

[chorus : kid lundi]
just spent three years going through the storm, yeah (storm)
thrown in a cell, you can’t tell, these racks, blue (racks)
everyone knows me, well, who the f-ck are you (b-tch)
shot that n-gga, crazy n-gga, in the back, no-no (nah)
scars on my neck, and stars on my jeans, yeah (bape)
filled this 1 ounce cup, with lean, what, what (zoom)
never be that n-gga, cause i’m chasing all my dreams (yeah)
they thought i was dirty, now a n-gga looking clean, uh (hi)

[verse 1 : lil aesy]
hundred scat pack, on my tip, that’s icy
didn’t do that sh-t, she not my wifey
i just want all the racks
these n-ggas getting blown back
hop then smokе some crack
just smoked a wood, it was fat
hopped in amiri, on my sleevе
f-cking with me, oh word
never know what a n-gga heard
it’s me, yeah-yeah
[chorus : kid lundi]
just spent three years going through the storm, yeah (storm)
thrown in a cell, you can’t tell, these racks, blue (racks)
everyone knows me, well, who the f-ck are you (b-tch)
shot that n-gga, crazy n-gga, in the back, no-no (nah)
scars on my neck, and stars on my jeans, yeah (bape)
filled this 1 ounce cup, with lean, what, what (zoom)
never be that n-gga, cause i’m chasing all my dreams (yeah)
they thought i was dirty, now a n-gga looking clean, uh (hi)

[verse 2]
they thought what i do it is easy
they never knew my hands were greasy
had to trap it out
let my feelings out, you know
got these racks, yeah, for sure
but isn’t my buss down, rose gold
drip wise, it’s cold
but glock hip wise, ion know
get these demons away, blow
i don’t want these blood racks, no
this is just a house, i know
spilled that sh-t on the floor

- kid lundi

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