letra de he wont lookin - killjae
[intro]
yah
[verse]
ya’ll n-ggas be p-ssy
yuh, rtb sh-t, camoed up, i might hop out yo’ bushes
caught a head-
caught a headshot from the .45, ’cause he won’t lookin’
my lil’ n-gga fat as the f-ck he pop out with that glock, on god get to cookin’
so many sticks in this b-tch, we be cookin’
i was a young n-gga tryna’ [?]
y-young n-gga was playin’ bully
boy put that glock down, boy, you a rookie
im the type-im the type pop out with glock, f-ck a fully
long live trayvon, throw up my hoodie
long live [?], sot bully
l-long live tray, had that sh-t on my hoodie
i ain’t had n0body check up on me if i’m goody or not
yuh, n-ggas talk tough on the net, you gon’ k!ll me or not?
[?]
and my young n-gga pop out the cut
and that boy mad as h-ll ’cause he know that he stuck
all these f-ck boys just want b-tches, my n-ggas want switches and guns
[outro]
why would i run? just look out for em’
brudda’ told me he’d look out for me
you hit my phone, said they out for me
we on the west, not the south
they talk tough on the net, till’ we up in yo house
gimmie that-
gimmie that sh-t n-gga, then we out n-gga, on my brudda’
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