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letra de 1000 birds freestyle - kidd.cynical

[verse]
i’m about to spaz the h-ll out (spaz!)
i’m about to spaz the h-ll out
glocky in my bag, f-ck around air ’em out
with the nomadz, b-tch you know what we about
b-tch i’m really with it, if a n-gga talking sh-t
i’ll get the smith & and hit him, i’ll f-cking k!ll him and his gang
choker my neck, got a mace on my chain
f-ck your lil sister, she gave me the brain
glock 45 make him back back
man that lil n-gga federal
stay tryna snitch on his self on that snapchat
that’s facts
spin through his blocka that choppa go brat-tat-tat-tat
i’m a gnarly b-st-rd
i’m a party crasher
y’all are hardly rappers
drive my harley faster
i’m a gnarly b-st-rd
i’m a party crasher
y’all are hardly rappers
drive my harley faster
ugh
i’m f-cking your b-tch, dawg
give her d-ck raw when i’m p-ssed off
hit that stupid n-gga in his chin
he took liftoff
it ain’t sh-t to get you picked off
i don’t play no f-cking games, n-gga
i’m not jigsaw
bloodstains on my black jackеt
i like k!lling n-ggas, it’s a bad habit
i be with my slatt and we bе cash grabbing
she gon’ jump on that d-ck like a jackrabbit
it’s tragic
we caught him lacking, put holes in his cabbage
shoot his body, take a selfie with it, post with a caption
green in my pocket like i’m at the salad bar
i get that chopper to blow you like avatar
b-tch i’m a demon, i cam out of babylon
i hit it once and then bounce out
au revoir!
all of my homies they trap in the daytime
slide up on you with the glock, i don’t waste time
stack up the rackies, that sh-t about waist-high
i ran it up and now she wanna facetime
strap in my duffel
i bury bodies, they pass me a shovel
you are all bark and no bite lil n-gga
so you can go shut up and slap on a muzzle
you n-ggas cappin like captain k’nuckle
everybody hard till them hot things shoot you
he want smoke?
give him static like a sasuke jutsu
i was born in h-ll, you hear the devil in your headphones
wipe that n-gga block out, i turned it to a deadzone
bl!cky to his brain, he ain’t duck and now his head gone
me and shorty made a s-xtape like deftones
he want smoke what’s up?
n-ggas f-ck around get slumped
i got beaucoup bodies in the trunk
run up on me i might
n-ggas f-ck around get slumped
i might dump
i might dump
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- kidd cynical

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