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letra de kut one - king magnetic

[verse 1: king magnetic]
people said i wouldn’t be sh-t ’til i believed them
started playing games with grams even my freedom
reading my indictment, did a little research
taking it to trial but i wanna see the plea first
top tier bottom bunk, house party shot it up
choked out my cellmate, told his man “mop it up”
six bands copping up, started as a car stealer
yard time kut one like a card dealer

[verse 2: gq nothin’ pretty]
gq, a town, pa
use the blade to cut one like the dj
scream “worldstar” to hype up the replay
nothin pretty but ya nicely sliced up like the cheese tray
food for thought, block sizzling like bacon
easy like sunday morning, no real beef he like steak um
might take a minute to realize i’m the poster-
child for having something for everybody like oprah

[verse 3: king magnetic]
christmas story, pulled the metal, got ya tongue stuck
been throgh the ruggedest prisons without one cut
dumb sl-t topping my d-ck and drink
stop what a victim think
wash hands of crime then rinse the sink
missing link, no chain sn-tching
i’m african but american as the plane crashes
same habits get handled like stained fabric
pull p-ssy and metal with the same magnet

[verse 4: gq nothin’ pretty]
somebody got to go, slow the grind, that’s a tough one
hard labor, no overtime, so i cut one
only got daughters meaning i don’t give a f-ck son
bullets like the guest list, they get in, plus one
don’t try to battle me, host it, lush one
or burners gonna bang like the b-tch on the bus sun
trust none, let it pile up, that’s trust fund
bodies after bodies in the rivers, pun’s son

[verse 5: king magnetic]
people get wet with a sig, where the dust from
kids want slurpees and icees, that’s a slush fund
bust guns, tuck knives, f-ck wives, not ours
gave ya neighbors the crater, literally rock stars
headband in the club, no dubs smoking lately
rather hear a broken promise than a broken safety
but i’ll cut one up, he want the fade
ain’t a barber, you a target, i’m the one who bust

[verse 6: gq nothin’ pretty]
you a shooter but i’m smarter, i’ll wait till the sun come up
he want the fade, ain’t a barber but i cut one up
the gut like tiki, no torch it’s torture
misfortune 500, take a loss it’s easy
b-tches rip bikinis, jews toss they beanies
live like a boss, gonna cost to see me
send the crypto and the rest in cash
we accept it like the calls i get from mag

- king magnetic

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