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letra de insane - killedbycrook

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[intro]
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f-ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b-tches i already had
give a f-ck about a little n-gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b-tch get jacked
beat on a f-ck n-gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
crook outside, sn-tch the boy chain
give a f-ck what he claim, i’ma diss on the gang
ask a n-gga what’s cracking with flame
think he throwing the hands, he get put on a chain
tell a f-ck n-gga show me a band, and he ain’t show sh-t
’cause the f-ck boy lame, on court, b-tch
feel like a slave, i’ma ride with my heart
twelve make me insane
narcix

[chorus]
the n-gga a b-tch, why he talking about racks?
i been on the same sh-t, getting to money, i’m stuffing the racks in my bag
fell in love with the same b-tch, see in her eyes, she don’t love me, she think that i’m whack
why the f-ck is he capping, i know he a b-tch, get shot if he step in the trap
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f-ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b-tches i already had
give a f-ck about a little n-gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b-tch get jacked
beat on a f-ck n-gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
[verse]
crook outside, sn-tch the boy chain
give a f-ck what he claim, i’ma diss on the gang
ask a n-gga what’s cracking with flame
think he throwing the hands, he get put on a chain
tell a f-ck n-gga show me a band, and he ain’t show sh-t
’cause the f-ck boy lame, on court, b-tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heat, twelve make me insane
big twenty seven on my tee
if a n-gga want rec, i’ma put him to sleep
been boxing n-ggas for the free
if it’s prices involved, then the boy getting beat
i’ma press on the block, pump faking like i ain’t outside with a brand new g
swerve quick, n-gga, fl!ck on a jeep
whole block get twist, crash out on in the street

[chorus]
the n-gga a b-tch, why he talking about racks?
i been on the same sh-t, getting to money, i’m stuffing the racks in my bag
fell in love with the same b-tch, see in her eyes, she don’t love me, she think that i’m whack
why the f-ck is he capping, i know he a b-tch, get shot if he step in the trap
keep talking, he going out bad
and i don’t give a f-ck, i just think that he mad
he get turned to a stain in a second for rapping about b-tches i already had
give a f-ck about a little n-gga tag
when the boy fall off, then the b-tch get jacked
beat on a f-ck n-gga face if he diss on the name, then the boy get dragged
[outro]
on court, b-tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heart, twelve make me insane
on court, b-tch, feel like a slave
i’ma ride with my heart, twelve make me insane

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