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letra de sore loser - kill stacy

[verse 1: k!ll stacy]
lead stuck all in him, he built like a pencil
that boy getting touched like the edge of a stencil
you p-ssy it’s simple, i’m popping, no pimples
im digging that gun in yo face like a dimple
he running, no temple, i buss, hit his mental
still popping them sh-ts outta foreigns not rentals
then skrt on his -ss, n-gga check my credentials
i’ve been out here robbing, watch what you get into
money, gon’ came, either way i’m gon’ get it
i run that sh-t up with my gang and i split it
don’t get it? forget it, you never gon’ get it
two clips on my hip, i shoot one you regret it
b-tches gon’ spin on the d-ck like some rims
lil b-tch wan’ f-ck, then wan’ f-ck on my kin
let her do what she want, then go back to your crib
and i’m up in them guts just to see how you live
seen how you live and that sh-t makes me sick
i’m finna ball on you n-ggas, no rim
i’m going pro and these n-ggas still scrim
these lil n-ggas, ain’t never had sh-t
aye b-tch, balling no rim
i’m going pro and these n-ggas still scrim
take what they won, leave them crying again
then it’s back to the money, ain’t falling off sh-t

[verse 2: lil prada]
one clip, twelve shots won’t miss
thirty minutes, gimme that, i’ll take yo b-tch
i served a flip, in her throat she hold my kids
b-tch don’t wanna kiss, i ain’t worried bout a diss
cause when i catch yo -ss, stay on hush cause you a b-tch
b-tch it’s crowlife 187 don’t fight
guess they toting straps, and i’ll really take yo life
so don’t f-cking test, you won’t make it through the night
i hit that f-cking l!ck, then i skrt back on ten
i dropped my old ho, but i had to f-ck her friend
yo b-tch gon’ play the part and i’ma skrt of in the benz
i hit that f-ckin’ l!ck, then i skrt back on the ten

- kill stacy

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