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letra de slap that bitch - killa kev

[hook]
if your boy think tough
(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!)
i’ma-slap that b-tch (sho’ is) if your boy running up
(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!)
i’ma-slap that b-tch (sho’ is) when i find him in the club
(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!)
i’ma-slap that b-tch (sho’ is) cause i don’t give a f-ck
(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!) i’ma-slap that b-tch,(hoo!)
i’ma-slap that b-tch (sho’ is)

[k!lla kev]
well i’m back, k!lla kev, and i’m gonna make you feel it
my rap-life been hurt and now it’s time for me to heal it
you thought i was gone and i would never come back
but now you hear my name in lyrics all over this track
my folks alive cause i’m tight, i got you excite
i got a rifle c-cked back for a punk lil wyte, let’s fight
you thinkin’ you tough, you thinkin’ you buck
well if you thinkin’ that you harder than a k!ller, step up
and i can lyrically defeat you or physically beat you
but it don’t matter either way, cause k!lla gonna reach you
and i would give you credit, if you deserved it little b-tch
but i’m honest, you ain’t worth more than a dookie of sh-t, b-tch
so what the f-ck, go ahead and run your mouth
so i can get mad and knock your f-ckin’ t–th out
you got big b-lls, come back with a song
cause i started this sh-t and now it’s on

[hook]

[mac e]
yo, most of these n-ggas be wanna-be k!llers
i got a b-tch with clips to get at you n-ggas
and yall know i’m straight-up making it happen
way before i started rapping, i f-cked with them original k!llers
yo, and i got n-ggas that’ll k!ll for pounds
all my n-ggas’ll let off rounds, so play it smart
c-cksucker, ya boy don’t play no games
violate me, 6 shots to your brain
yeah, and i’m repping the north
north memphis, stand up
yall get ya boy cause these n-ggas be
sellin them tickets and know they ain’t ready
i’m c-cked and they heavy so b-tches get at me, i’m not playin
mac e be, low-key, 40 cal. tucked-in
no luck, you will lose, i’m real, f-ck him
the new boy, got it locked for them foes
mac e, i ain’t playin with you hoes, i’m ready to roll

[hook]

[nick scarfo]
it’s nicky scarfo, mafioso
bustin’ n-ggas with the fo’-fo’, fo’ sho’ doe, on the low doe
murderer, k!ller, dealer, nick scarfo, real cap-peeler
been running these streets, they don’t run me
if a n-gga run up, i let him feel the heat
from hot nine, slangin’ hot -ss iron
tryin’ to get some of mine, then b-tch you dyin’
prophet the prophet the prophet the posse
on a k!lling spree, like some motherf-ckin’ n-z-s
and a boy keep on talkin’, i’ma slap him up
and all these platinum plaques, i’m tryin’ to rack ’em up
cause i’m the boss n-gga, of this prophet sh-t
and went and rounded up, a brand-new cl!ck
so buckle up, i think you better sit back
and if you act like a b-tch you gonna get slapped

[hook]

- killa kev

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