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letra de osama walk - klmketa

[verse 1: klmkea]
uh, hop out the car and i’m sippin’ that syrup (syrup)
big mac 10, no lil uzi vert (vert)
got a big 30 glock and a lil’ 30 perc (perc)
i hit it so good that she grab my shirt (shirt)
it’s all fun and games ’til a n-gga get merked
throw racks in the air, make a lil’ bih twerk
gra- grab that chop and that glock get to work
fake ah n-gga, you is not no slime
you talk sh-t just to waste yo’ time
i got a 10 so i can’t shoot 9 right now, my partner got a glock 29
he talk so d-mn tough, when we find his house, that boy gon’ run from the 5
he talk sh-t on his instagram for that clout, won’t get it when the klm fire
she do trick with the whole d-ck in her mouth, got a n-gga sayin’ “oh my god”
you want peace but steady be running yo’ mouth, n-gga, f-ck yo’ k-mbaya
shoot outs in broad day ‘fore the sun go down, got the whole street too d-mn hot
my n-ggas run n-ggas out of the [?], last n-gga playеd out, then he in a box

[verse 2: klmhonos]
bro, pass me thе chop, i’ma blow that b-tch
cut the- cut the ho off, i don’t know that b-tch
easy ass jugg, i stole that sh-t
run off with the glock like you hold that bih
n-gga tried to run up, get rolled up quick
got a couple more racks, i’ma blow that quick
said you counting up, son, n-gga, show that sh-t
if you got more drank, i’ma pour that sh-t
[verse 3: klmketa & klmhonos]
real n-gga tat but none of these n-ggas is real so all these fake n-ggas fail
lil’ opp b-tch wanna f-ck with a klm n-gga, keep the glock while the b-tch get railed
walk ’round this b-tch with a big ass glock on my hip, just in case i gotta leave a n-gga pale
ain’t no walkin’ the beast [?]
strap with the heat, goin’ down, quick [?]
pa- pack on me reek, i like how that sh-t smell
ni-n-gga try creepin’, we send him to h-ll
like a taco, we sending them sh-lls
tell no lie so we not finna fail
gettin’ guapos and [?]
n-ggas be fraudulent they don’t be for real
n-ggas be in the field, just like we in the field

[verse 4: klmketa & klmhonos]
b-tch suck d-ck in the motherf-ckin’ four-door
bad man, hit a b-tch with the slow stroke
ayy, boss up, that b-tch, she a throat goat
brown skin, call the lil’ b-tch coco
fourth time, she just drunk four loko
bad b-tch just drunk like fofo
bad ass lil’ n-gga, he the po-po
drop a kick like a sensei in the dojo
get popped by a n-gga named hono
when that sh-t hit ya’ top, take ya’ afro
she gon’ f-ck the whole clique, she a fast ho
[?] now i look like a fat ho
n-gga said that he real but he cap though
if you not with the gang, he gon’ backdoor

- klmketa

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