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letra de paranoid - flipp - kltekk

[intro: rmc mike]
(kltekk)
b-tch
ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
don’t believe everything you hear, boy, that ain’t the truth
k sh-ll break his face down, look like baby food
unc’ stabbed a n-gga forty times and he eighty-two
cuz took an automatic chop from a jamaican dude
h-ll yeah, they bang our sh-t in jamaica too
this a new batch, here, j, come taste this food
used to ask bro for a dub, now i’m making blues
b-tch caught me cheating red-handed, still played it cool

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just dropped a hundred shots, i’m tryna make the news
green and red beam on the glock, but i’ll chase you too
yeah, she gave that p-ssy up for free, but i raped her too
beat the p-ssy up for three minutes, yeah, i ate it too
let my n-gga hit the blunt with me, but i’ll face it too
rinse the pot out after—
beat a n-gga ass, shoot him twice, then i maced him too
oh, i forgot i had my knife, i shanked him too

[verse 3: rmc mike]
poke a n-gga like i’m tryna take his temperature
oh, he ain’t die? hit him twice with a dillinger
hit girly off a perc’ for hours, end up k!lling her
b-tch came back alive, i had to finish her
i dove in that p-ssy, n-gga, knee-deep
high as h-ll while i put in work, n-gga, riri
thirty shots after thirty shots, glock on repeat
new tape on the way, i need 10k for a sneak peek
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i’m paranoid, a car rolled past and i shot it up
last night i beat my pockets’ ass, they knotted up
this my first time cookin’ dope, i almost locked it up
i bought a glass pint of red and f-cked the profit up
i need to find a new habit
unky sniff coke and smoke dope, he got two habits
i got a trick up my sleeve, but i don’t do magic
i took my hat off my head and pulled out two rabbits

[verse 5: rmc mike]
pint of red, finna drop it in a mountain dew
this a g-wagen, this b-tch fast, it climb mountains too
girly mean to you, but suck my d-ck for a pound of fruit
black as h-ll, but the p-ssy pink like majin buu
d-mn, i couldn’t hide the proof
unc’ pulled up on me in the range with the slidin’ roof
cuz paid a hundred-eighty blues for a diamond tooth
plus he sell dope and all that, we still grindin’ too
ho, i got a lot to say
made thirteen hundred off of rapping, bought a glock today
i’m finna drop a hundred shots, n-gga, dr. j
bro supercharged the corvette so the cops won’t chase

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
b-tch, i, b-tch i been a leader
ten milli’ glock, this b-tch twenty-two centimeters
creep up on a n-gga fast as h-ll like a centipede
i put it in a runtz pack, but it’s some different weed
b-tch tried to put her lips on mine, ain’t no kissing me
me and mike dropped dum and dumb3r and made history
pull up shootin’ k bullets out a buick century
i wanna drive a rolls-royce through flint, we need bigger streets
i need a six of red
had a threesome with two fat hoes, i need a bigger bed
mike conceited and he arrogant, i got a bigger head
try me, then you gon’ take more shots than a liquor-head

- kltekk

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