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letra de bak 2 bak - kiingrod

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[verse 1: flexcitystreets]
all you n-gg-s talking bands n-gg- show some
stand in the club with bihs dancing but you ain’t throw nothing
p-ssy looking like he on his bed i blow some
i’m getting bur plants stupid like i don’t know none

[verse 2: kiingrod]
aye, he perpin’ like he got it but his bag ain’t looking right
i just take his new b-tch take her trap for the night
if i see some slick sh-t, lil noonie with the nine
me and streets back to back, f-cking up every dime

[verse 3: flexcitystreets]
and if he see some slick sh-t you know i got that
these .40 sh-lls hot, one shot, he ain’t going dodge that
n-gg-s speaking on them tags we done popped that
suckas slid on you, send shots and you ain’t pop back

[verse 4: kiingrod
only takes one call and i know you goin slide
from the city to the v in about no time
dropped bands on his head, i ain’t even gotta trip
cause my demon want souls they won’t miss one trip

[verse 5: flexcitystreets]
drop a bag on they -ss and call a (?) for it
n-gg-s want a name but they scared to take a risk for it
i been performing on the road taking trips, touring
slide to your city had your b-tch doing tricks for us

[verse 6: kiingrod]
ain’t no lies when we speaking, i can only tell the truth
had your b-tch backstage she was f-cking on my crew
twenty bands on my neck, big body, new coupe
sob x rbe, lil n-gg- we don’t lose

[verse 7: flexcitystreets]
how the f-ck you ‘sposed to lose it’s the gang b-tch
a whole bunch of young wild n-gg-s on that gang sh-t
big body round this b-tch call it a sp-ceship
next n-gg- sneak diss catching a face lift

[verse 8: kiingrod]
speaking to me to the b-tch, and the b-tch lucked up
5k and a rollie on the strip, no luck
went days with no sleep, not tripping off sh-t
bag securing for no b-tch, imma split with my clique

[verse 9: flexcitystreets]
ride that wave lil n-gg-, surfs up
n-gg- sounding like the gang getting old, jokes up
who that creeping on the cut, go bucks
black frames, black tints, blue strips, ice buffs
ain’t no d-mn thing different but my bucks up
got it out the b-tch, same n-gg- that won’t trust one

[verse 10: kiingrod]
if you know then you know i don’t trust sh-t
never trust a b-tch, never trust a n-gg- lurking in
keep it tight i don’t f-ck with new n-gg-s
it’s a gang, we the same n-gg-s thatta pull that trigger
get to looking he ain’t playing with you n-gg-s
got streets in the cut, he a flame every n-gg-

[verse 11: flexcitystreets]
i’d knock a n-gg- off and leave his momma wishing
politicking like a politician with these propositions
acquisitions, location on the oppositions
slide with 22 for tutu now that’s an honor mission

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