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letra de shit ya drawers - konkrete

[chorus: ?]
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch

[verse 1: ?]
they wanna f-ck with us, but they ain”t got the b-lls
[?] breaking all the laws
you f-ck around with me, i’ll put your face on the wall
put your name in the sand, in memory of
a-town, [?]
coming through [?] ain’t nothing [?]
go toe to toe with me, and you will shed blood
wait a minute, p-ssy n-gga, hold up
you f-ck around and get your ass [?] up
[?] get your house blowed up
i make a n-gga wish he never showed up
leave town [?]
b-tch
[chorus: ?]
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch

[verse 2: ?]
6 foot 2, n-gga, and [?]
i’ve been rapping for a minute, y’all should know my name
i got a [?] come and touch my [?]
i got a [?] that will pay all my bills
[?] i will k!ll, put a price on your head
[?] i’m in the hood, get a punk b-tch dead
yeah you heard what i said, ain’t playing the whole game
konkrete, purple ribin, kick ass and take names
[?] gold chains, [?] price of cheap liquor
my birthday keep coming, so my [?]
i’m a pistol whipper, guaranteed to empty the clip
leave your home [?]
know about it, read about it, [?] south
run up on it, [?] i will knock you out
it’s all good, n-gga, i’m in the hood, n-gga
[?]
[chorus: ?]
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch

[verse 3: supa nate]
ain’t no n-gga f-ck with us, we carey them s.k.s.’s
glock infrared [?] tampon basket
we’ll box you in your motherf-cking mouth if we have to
i ain’t your average rapper, my n-gga, i’ll blast ya
punk b-tch, [?] nothing but gangsta sh-t
[?] from the floor, real n-ggas respecting [?]
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, me and bone still the same
[?] f-ck n-ggas
bust a n-gga head, [?]
catch nate slippin, it’s unlikely
i’ll light your ass up, like the fourth of july
[?] cash [?] cry
[chorus: ?]
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain”t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
you can’t f-ck with me, ’cause you ain’t got the b-lls
i’ll sn-tch your heart out, and make you sh-t in your drawrs
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch
punk b-tch

- konkrete

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