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letra de not playing fair - killah toni

(verse one – foe deuce)
i heard there was an issue, if you wanna we could take it there
there ain’t no other way around it, we not playing fair
kicking dust with my locos, we some alley cats
i go to war for mines, homie, if you playing that
the homie maniac hit you in your cranium
tripping off the drugs, been a minute, you can’t hang with em
we cross paths with them other ones, we hanging em
feeling like i lost my mind, but left it in the cage again
homie, i don’t think you want it
leave him in the bottom, if that fool think he popping
meet me at the light, proper ways that we can solve it
never heard nothing, smoking on that bob marley
they take my brother, only right that we go find him
sh-t load it up and get it cracking like the 90’s
wonder where my head’s been at, my mind’s gone
i’ve been really trying to put it together, stay strong
keep it gangsta you can keep the b-tch, she stay strong
wonder where my mind’s been at, my mind’s gone
the type to do a mission, creep around and stay focused
if you signing up, homie, better know who you approach
three man mission is better if you alone
no need to worry if your homie telling on the low
mama probably thinking i’m in school, but she’s wrong
little do she know her little son, causing havoc
smoking up this bud, got me feeling like magic
b-tches come and go, but this money gotta have it
take the wrong move, you’re gonna end up in the casket
i don’t need to tell you twice, if you know what’s cracking
(verse two- k!llah toni)
i smell p-ssy in the air oh wait that’s you
i’m just a k!llah named toni with a little attitude
i got h-rns on my head and a couple screws loose
a knife in my hand you wanna hang like a noose
i’m tryna maintain run up change till i’m blue
b-tch i got it in the bag give a f-ck about you
everybody nowadays spouts the same nonsense
say they on the grind but simping on the constant
running chicken to a b-tch i don’t door dash i flaunt sh-t
misogynistic must’ve been top of ya class
i was rapping for the love now i’m raking in the cash
think you a really a smoker till you get turned to ash
i ain’t scared to get burned i keep a strap on like a lesbi
give a f-ck what’s right guess i’m shooting lefty
always ditched class wish a motherf-cker would test me
feel like picture perfect cell b-tch i glowed up so s-xy
they wanna see me dead but b-tch that ain’t happening
i’ve been stacking this bread bimbos ain’t having it
wanna tear me down like i’m the rainforest
people so selfish melt this world down to buy more sh-t
isn’t life gorgeous hoping off them porches
block hot enormous praying it don’t scorch us
claim they could buy us but nah you can’t afford none
live by it so i’m finna die by the sword son
a cursed one with a beloved burnt tongue
got purp in the lungs and urge to bust guns
hit the curb swerve around with a herd of tough ones
if you a nerd then you can’t even observe none
now lucy wanna kick it no fifa
when lady deathstrike i’m wolverine bruh
this summer taking her jeans off on a temperpedic
skeet-skeet-skeet juggernaut how i beat it
think i need a priest like soopafly
been a beast in the east getting stupid high
wanna sleep with the deceased don’t even need to speak
blink and bleed ooh it reeks guess it’s better you than me

- killah toni

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