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letra de homie - kiid spyro

[intro]
yeah, yeah, let’s go

[chorus]
you ain’t my homie (homie)
lil’ n-gga you don’t even know me (know me)
you claim that sh-t like a phony (phony)
tell me what’s your deal like sony (sony)
get popped like a pill like codeine (codeine)
get popped like a pill gon’ od (od)
these f-ck n-ggas ain’t even know me (yeah, let’s go)
these f-ck n-ggas stuck on the old me (yeah)
and i won’t ever change sh-t (change sh-t)
‘cause my stylе lit as a b-tch (like a b-tch)
my wrist worth more than your crib (crib)
my grams worth more than you zip (zip, uh)
p-ssy n-gga talk a lot (a lot)
wе gon’ hit him in his lip (bow!)
i’m gon’ turn it up a notch (woo!)
he gon’ feel it in his whip (skrrr skrrr skrrr)
(yeah)

[verse]
i don’t like these rappers (rappers)
these f-ck n-ggas keep on actin’ (actin’)
these n-ggas gon keep on cappin’ (cappin’)
let me tell you what happened to the back end (back end)
we spent spent that sh-t on chanel (chanel)
we spent that sh-t on some gucci (gucci)
we spent that sh-t on some boofie (boofie)
we spent that sh-t made a movie (movie)
balenciaga i got denim (denim)
made a sale i got seven (seven)
ask me how to be a boss n-gga (boss)
well you gotta go and get it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
diamonds hitting (yeah) different different b-tches
i got different women (uh) i got different figures (brrr)
p-ssy n-ggas snitchin’ (yeah) n-ggas switchin’
yeah these n-ggas b-tches and they f-cking trippin’
never catch me lackin’ pistol packin’
yeah we pistol totin’ b-tch my pistol crackin’ (brrr)
semi automatic they gon’ hear about it (yeah)
we gon light it up youngins causing havoc
youngins causin havoc, yeah we really savage (yeah)
we could take your life, you ain’t ever had it (bow!)
money comin’ fast, i can barely grab it
imma hit the dash, whip is automatic (skrrr skrrr)
hop out the truck (truck)
me and my homies we ready to dump
get ready to slump (slump)
we throw it up, it’s up and it’s stuck (f-ck)
you outta luck (outta luck)
runnin dem pockets we runnin dem bucks (bucks)
you like a sl-t (sl-t)
we run through your sh-t without giving a f-ck (f-ck)
i can’t take no chances (chances)
you ain’t gang, my gang in a mansion (mansion)
familiar faces (faces)
you knew me back when i was basic (basic)
got clout, now they all wanna chase it (chase it)
got clout, now they all wanna taste it (taste it)
blind sided by the fame lil’ b-tch
your ass gonna need some f-cking lasik
[chorus]
you ain’t my homie (homie)
lil’ n-gga you don’t even know me (know me)
you claim that sh-t like a phony (phony)
tell me what’s your deal like sony (sony)
get popped like a pill like codeine (codeine)
get popped like a pill gon’ od (od)
these f-ck n-ggas ain’t even know me (yeah, let’s go)
these f-ck n-ggas stuck on the old me (yeah)
and i won’t ever change sh-t (change sh-t)
‘cause my style lit as a b-tch (like a b-tch)
my wrist worth more than your crib (crib)
my grams worth more than you zip (zip, uh)
p-ssy n-gga talk a lot (a lot)
we gon’ hit him in his lip (bow!)
i’m gon’ turn it up a notch (woo!)
he gon’ feel it in his whip (skrrr skrrr skrrr)
(yeah)

- kiid spyro

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