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letra de on me - kmulla x lil crimescene

[intro]
woosh
the dot dotz bad like tonya, that was long bro give it a sawn
step on glides, no bars get (?)
pull up on me, got his t-shirt torn
listen

[verse 1 kmulla]
17 when i put a big man on my chings, bro told me i got to screw loose ‘cah i walk past me without getting on sighted, if it’s not on me it’s on my bruce. the w side where things got off, they think they’re bad but no they’re not. if i gave man 3 more chings, i swear on god he would’ve got turned off. g.m.d get rid of these packs, and if he ain’t ever had 5 to your name and n-gga don’t give man chat. run 3 packs like i run through shanks. might see me in a gate trying to squeeze and slap. fill it to the max like pepsi, don’t catch me i’m more than tapped. look, h-lla black blade and collie, free man’s stepper i’m more than comfy. i don’t take my paigon serious, run from me like i run from undies. 5 v 2 on the mains, backed one shank had all of them running. p.b is known for the cutting, had man screaming “bro stop running”. look, just put 5 down for the ree. d.t man sh-t comes pricey, catch man lacking on lightly, f-cked his b-tch and a yute wanna fight me. throw me a (?) you’re joking, rude boy you’re not getting that back. how’s my man talking straps, he ain’t got bread to go buy that mash

[verse 2 lil crimescene]
hammers on deck when i step with the rambo, 4 man deep so we’re taking them both. he’s dancing got hit in his mango, get new friends ’cause they did not help. (?) whole crowd get sh-lled. i get calls when i’m trying to get nando’s (?). i be left in the field with (?), my shank wan’ run and complete that drill. tried attempted k!lls with my stainless steel (?). crimescene ever run in a field, got down (?) escaping death like he’s named kabil. blue light let me spin this woodie, camp on the hill trying to change my hoodie. on my life, don’t know how to feel, don’t miss that thrill, now i’m back with a bully. lil broski (?), don’t follow the rules ’cause (?). let him have his fun (?)

[verse 3 kmulla]
the dot dotz bad like tonya, that was long bro give it a sawn
step on glides, no bars get (?), pull up on me, got his t-shirt torn
hit them shots, don’t care about distance, young trap boy i get paid in full. can’t see no one (?) trying to find these fools. just caught me an i c 1, (?) chase this (?) when he saw my blade. i did that drill, didn’t leave no trace, i still got sis tryna find this blade. young boy from the w street, throw up them l’s come meet your death. —- 100 (?) 15 straight on a chest

[verse 4 lil crimescene]
come smoke me an opp, in a —- slide —- trying to catch somebody. dip dash, i don’t leave no trace, we don’t catch no case if you’re drill’s done properly. (?) take a left and a right, ain’t looking behind ‘cah i know bro got me. i no wonder that crime scene (?) got 4 that night trying to catch my body. 15 when i first tried (?) p-ssed man off so i wanted him dead. (?) gave tips (?) my rambo (?) all blacked out, 2 man on a ped that’s me and k.m trying to take all friends, best run if you see this ped. if you see that red, you best duck that head

- kmulla x lil crimescene

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