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letra de dead em’ all freestyle - kidsin (rapper)

(n0ble, this is crazy)

baby, don’t lie to me
i know that you been seeing someone privately
all of these p-ssies beggin’ for a robbery
they keep on talkin’, never let it bother me

i-i got your b-tch, [?] from the south
[?] in her mouth, took like a spouse
walk in your home, sh-t on your couch
[?] your b-tch like a [?]
i-i took that bag, i just [?]
i took the safe, and your young n-gga bounced

this blade in my back got me coughin’
and, b-tch, i’m fed up with this nonsense
the thought of your clip make me nauseous
these n-ggas be hatin’ and watchin’
these n-ggas be hatin’ and [?]
these n-ggas hate me, then they copy (aye, aye)

[?]
i’m movin’ in silence, [?]
a young n-gga zooted
i f-cked on this b-tch to my music
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’ (ah-ah-ah)
i bust a nut, then i dip
f-cked her so good, she wipe cum off her lip
hit from the back while i grip on her hips
i give her a [?], i’m feelin’ lit
head like a pilot
i don’t want that b-tch, i one-night it
she hittin’ my line for the pipin’
but i got my phone always silent (aye, aye, aye)
she eat me up like she dinin’
can’t f-ck with a b-tch, i be lyin’
[?]

- kidsin rapper

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