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letra de wbu - king iso

[chorus]
mothaf-cka i bang mothaf-cka i bang, n-gga what about you?
mothaf-cka i slang mothaf-cka i slang, n-gga what about you?
mothaf-cka im faded mothaf-cka im faded, n-gga what about you?
mothaf-cka i made it mothaf-cka i made it, n-gga what about you?

mothaf-cka i bang mothaf-cka i bang, n-gga what about you?
motha f-cka i slang mothaf-cka i slang, n-gga what about you?
mothaf-cka im faded mothaf-cka im faded, n-gga what about you?
mothaf-cka i made it mothaf-ckas i made it, n-gga what about you?

[verse 1: king iso]
wanna talk about fame? wanna talk about lames?
mothaf-cka i do!
wanna talk about dames?
wanna talk about ‘caine?
that’s stuff that i do!
wanna talk about pain? wanna talk about chains?
that’s what i got through
wanna talk about gangs? my loc n-ggas set seis
in the club with damus
what the f-ck is my name?
iso dead gang! brainsick is my crew
now p-ss that flame, when i switch that lane
i’m out the window, what-it-do?
posted up at the villa
spewin’ liquor out the window
i’m off a couple pills too
and i be running with my k!llas
i f-ck a bunch of bad b-tches, n-gga what about you?
your n-ggas got guns? blood my n-ggas got guns
we could fight we could shoot
y’all n-ggas still close, & wanna beef over hoes
that’s stuff i don’t do
hoes call me daddy, i’m in a old school caddy
they used to call a n-gga snoop
and i got a big d-ck, got lame n-ggas p-ssed
she chose me and not you
lil n-gga i’m thuggin’ four-five im huggin’
catch me with my crew
n-gga we run sh-t other n-ggas is nothing
whats a lie to the truth?
and i brought my n-ggas
f-ck hoes stack riches
im about my bread
hustle n-gga back leg
come see what i do!

[verse 2: bishop]
never gave a f-ck, but you wanna talk about love?
mothaf-cka i do
wanna talk about slugs, wanna talk about drugs
thats sh-t that i do
get love from the plug and i get love from the bloods
but you know i’m in the blue
all the b-tches wanna f-ck
shoot em up beat it like a sub
got ’em rockin to my tunes
no im never slippin
they know im never slippin’
and them other n-ggas food
i be up in that kitchen, whippin’ and im mixin’
turn the one into a two
shoutout to the b-tches, shoutout to the crip &
give a shoutout to the ‘rus
brainsick winning
b-tch keep em gasin like an engine
you be riding off of fumes
you n-ggas got guns? cus my n-ggas got guns
shoot em up shoot em up
unloadin with a drum
[?]
shoot em up who the f-ck
is sicker than bishop
[?] ceiling
get em wet up with my villans
and my n-ggas on a mission
somebody comin up missin
cut em like a circ-mcision
you know bishop on the crip sh-t
im dealing with my misfits
bump the green like twisted
real n-gga listen
shoutout to my n-ggas up in prison
cuz they love me cuz im better then they said it with the business
got em lookin like a witness
imma get it with my vision
i could hit em from a distance
if i got em, then i got em

- king iso

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