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letra de just a little bit - kil

{hook]
just a little bit
had to give em something just a little bit
just a little bit
she ask if i smoke, just a little bit
just a little bit
she ask if i’m high, just a little bit
feds watching us still, i ain’t sweating it
press the gas, right foot where the pedal is

[verse]
push start, hop in then i’m revving it
gold on my neck like a first place medalist
oh he mad, he h-lla p-ssed
and his girlfriend grabbing on my d-ck with a tennis grip
gripping it, swinging it
oh he mad, i’m his new arch nemesis
p-ssing all em off looking like i’m r kelly, she
thinking for the last line i should go to h-ll for this
but i’m heaven sent
i’m always on go, f-ck a ready set
stick it through her lil legs like a epipen
but she wanna sleep with many men, no 50 cent
what the h-ll is this?
we gon’ tag team on the b-tch something like the bella twins
blood on my air force 1’s with no evidence
and they all white lookin’ like the jamestown settlement
all white looking like the ground when it’s snowing
all white like the dude who asking where the blow is
spit it out loud, when i’m rapping these poems, ain’t a poet
but i keep on going
told shawty keep her head down when she blowing
told her keep her head high if she feelin lonely
all the whites kids shooting like nash browin, i’m going
b-tch outta here, you be on cloud 9 i be on the stratosphere
i leave a b-tch hanging like my nuts or a chandelier
double dollars going straight up like we motherf-cking rabbit ears
she thick with two c’s, no cleveland cavaliers
she be playing hard to get this, g string outta there
she ain’t 21 yet but that face card valid here
nah i ain’t done yet
b-tch i’m tryna f-ck i ain’t tryna watch the sunset
i could tell she good at sucking d-ck ‘cause the blunt wet
when i beat the p-ssy up it be sounding like a drum set
that sh-t sounding like ba da ba ba boom pop
she don’t like me but she need me, i’m something like a flu shot
your boy ain’t got no motherf-cking straps he a tube top
i’m blind to this sh-t stevie wonder, h-llen keller sh-t
at my shows they be saying all the words sound like echoing
wasn’t f-cking with the boy ‘cause they seen i had the yellow skin
i remember when they wasn’t listening
ones who talk big always looking like the littlest
got a lot coming, but i give ‘em just a little bit

- kil

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