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letra de ski masking - kjellyo

[intro]
f-ck mumble rap man…
(what the f-ck bro?)
i’m gonna k!ll all those b-tches man!
(aye! water! aye!)
all the lils out there on soundcloud and sh-t trynna get clout man, f-ck all those b-tches man!
(koifish man)
aye!
(gotta hop on a track like a…)

[verse 1]
peter piper picked a pepper
pointing pistols is my favorite thing when i’m constantly anxious
i’m just amazed every time i see my best friends as a couple of strangers
i see you been taking x’s, l’s and v’s
it’s the society that we don’t wanna see
it’s like a disstrack of you telling some regretting sh-t like vasectomy
dude, there’s no f-cking medicine
what did you expect from a mental fiend
it’s tremendously, to constipating like jack and the three beans
no one fights too easily, to be compared by a green stack if you know what it means
only bad thugs in my vicinity, we gon’ toppin’ it viciously ’til we hit the bh feed, uh

[hook]
i’m about to go h.a.m like a super vicious emcee
giving a picture that cannot be unseen
kjelly, oliver, napier doin’ it differently
’cause it’s too lame to have lil’ in your name, aye
by the way, we’ll prolly never ever be the same, aye
don’t call me corny, i rather be lame

[verse 2]
yesterday i took an l
now in my bed with depressed thoughts about crawling outta my sh-ll
these people trynna break down bis-xual like if they know me well
i’ll hit you in your guts with peanut b-tter nuts and you’ll be dancing like klutz (uh)
drown with shots of vodka
spin around, puke and i’ll columbine you into ya locker
still, i hate popular ones, and i’d never thought i could be one, aye
talk sh-t ’bout you behind ya back
(nah, nah, nah)
walk hits when you check the zodiac
movin’ it, groovin’ it, cannot undoin’ it
thought i was loosing’ it, red lips jokes on you when we oozin’ it
champagne, we poppin’ it, when e’ryone’s else is booz-e-ning, uh

[interlude]
hol’on, kjelly man, c’mon man, bring it back man!
you know we’re ’bout to rip it now
okey, yeah, yeah, yeah! let’s go! (uh)

[verse 3]
hop on a track, like a dollar-counting stack
feelin’ to rip it again, like on kick-flipped chicken, yeah
fe, fi, fo, fum
knocking at your door, door
dead bodies on the floor, floor
c-ck a .45 with some override
semi-automatics with a knife or five
having the ambition to f-cking ride
dubble the game like a duo ’til i’m satisfied
stepped up with the crew
we do what we do
it’s our godd-mn unfinishing move
i hear the grove and it’s fin for him, her, it and motherf-cking you
i still going like your favorite triple-a energizers
btfhy is the go-to when i’m feelin’ low from f-ckboy-advicers
20’s we’ll recreate the super luxury livers, uh

- kjellyo

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