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letra de stop dissin - king kobi

[chorus]
n-gga get popped, stop dissin’
i got the wock’, sip it, drippin’
shawty on lock, drop, kiss it (what? b-tch)
n-gga get popped, stop dissin’ (loudy luna)
i got the wock’, sip it, drippin’

[verse]
rockin’ balenci’, young n-gga payin’ shoes, balenci’
if i get caught in my jacket, balenci’ my b-tch, goin’ balenci’
i f-ck it, go get it, that’s on my solo, that boy get to trippin’
then i get to trippin’, my glock it [?]
i’m from the eight but i go to the deal like i just gotta play like i play for the piston
i came from the east, so i’m raised a little different
the glock in my hand everytime that i’m p-ssin’
when we out the trap, out the map and you sit on the couch, n-gga better not get taken, no picture
i got a stick with the scope on it, probably got dope on it
better be careful when you touch it
smellin’ like double c, but i’ve been smokin’ on bread
that’s why when i walk in, i feel musty
i’m geeked, don’t touch me
whippin’ that benz like muhf-ckin’ need for speed, they get behind me, i’m buggin’
eat it, b-tch, keep on sayin’ that ’till she needin’ me
she need the street sh-t, f-ck me
woke up, no jumper, i’m a f-ckin’ jungle
heart pumpin’ out of my shirt, you get touched
i crash the coupe and the weed and the truck
callin’ my gas with my glock, know i’m clutchin’
swervin’ through traffic, got gas and no i’m not causing no accident
i got a pretty lil’ ratchet b-tch, be on the maddest like me
got [?] in the cabinet
n-ggas be cap like cappin’ it [?], no i’m not hearin’ it, not havin’ it
n-ggas get wacked, half of these n-ggas be rats
won’t ever see ’em with me, that’s why they be mad
i got a b-tch in the valley, i keep a shooter, a telly
when i’m in the six, strip her whole buss, she got balance
she like the young n-gga countin’, then stay out my mix
pull up, that motherf-cker growlin’
this ain’t no regular [?]
soon as she get out the shower, this young n-gga gettin’ the bowels
so geeked, i can’t even get higher, but i’m just gon’ roll up again
’cause i’m buyin’, i’m shootin’ the stick with the [?]
i go to the hood where i’m high, i don’t know how to [?]
i hit from the back, but on top, so she ridin’
she hotter, she smokin’ [?] like exotic
from out of sp-ceship, she look like n0body
she so f-ckin’ bad, i’m in love with her body
f-ck this lil’ b-tch, i get out of pirus and she wanna fly, i get her a [?]
don’t even think ’bout these b-tches, she sh-ttin’ on all of you b-tches
she [?]
i made a bomb, i know i’m atomic
i’m geeked out my body, i feel like a zombie
[?], these diamonds they hittin’, they bitin, you touch it, you dyin’, no pressure

- king kobi

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