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letra de i tweaked - king yella

[intro: king yella & fbg duck]
king yella
yeah, you know it’s like gang-gang since potty train, all that sh-t, you know?
(headshot a n-gga close range, now i got his blood on me)
ain’t n0body ready for this sh-t, n-gga
fresh out the feds, b-tch (ahh)

[chorus: fbg duck]
we got these f-ck n-gga mad, we f-ckin’ they b-tches low-key
she suck on that d-ck for an hour, d-mn near put me to sleep
i tweak, i was too high to let the lil’ b-tch take some pictures of me
peep, i was just broke than a b-tch, i can still feel the pain my knee
the streets, well, they not for everybody
sheesh, headshot a n-gga close range, now i got his blood on me
he gotta go pay a visit to jes’
thiеf, [?] how many you’d be f-ckin’ with me
[verse 1: king yella]
n-ggas so mad that i got back out, got my cloud up with the mac out
i’m a big n-gga likе a mack truck, got a lot of bands in the stash house
couple bands, n-gga, get you knocked off, put your bodied n-gga in the freezer
they be k!llin’ sh-t, don’t believe ’em, all the opps really cheerleaders
have duck shoot out the new beamer, out the roof nailin’ like jesus
i’m back in traffic with a eater, gotta beat the pot for the millions
coke white ones for my children, tired of bein’ broke, gotta get it
gucci flip flops in the winter, fendi shirt made me look slimmer
i’m a real gangster, no pretendin’
check my background, i’ve been a sinner
clout boys, b-tch, we run the city
any opp we see we gon’ k!ll ’em
skeezy gang, b-tch, i’m worth a million
got a bad b-tch, she sicilian
hundred thousand, put it in her p-ssy
ten thousand just to buy her titties, gang

[chorus: fbg duck]
we got these f-ck n-gga mad, we f-ckin’ they b-tches low-key
she suck on that d-ck for an hour, d-mn near put me to sleep
i tweak, i was too high to let the lil’ b-tch take some pictures of me
peep, i was just broke than a b-tch, i can still feel the pain my knee
the streets, well, they not for everybody
sheesh, headshot a n-gga close range, now i got his blood on me
he gotta go pay a visit to jes’
thief, [?] how many you’d be f-ckin’ with me
[verse 2: king yella]
look, hit your block in the alley, uh
catch a opp and catch a body
i’m skeezy gang with a army
lot of glizzies and new tommies
got your baby mama spendin’ money
lot of fifties and new hundreds
(got your baby mama spendin’ money)
(lot of fifties and new hundreds)
talkin’ bleu cheese i just want a bankroll
i just cashed out, bought a new rolls
shot his face now he need a new nose
all this sauce i don’t even need clothes
knocked your b-tch, boy, she seen two folds
all this ice got a n-gga too cold
all this fame, i don’t trust fine hoes
ten toes when i up that pole
loyalty and whole lot of coke
two guns with a whole lot of smoke
bnb with a whole lot of dope
lil’ b-tch, she don’t know how to hope
ganged her up, now she bringin’ me choke
she don’t wanna go broke no more
big lil king daddy-o, i ain’t never goin’ broke no more

- king yella

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