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letra de i - kotadagreatt

[verse]
uh
uh, you old, this a iphone, we don’t do beepers
p-ssy n-gga run up, leaving him dead
feel like cracking a egg ‘cause it’s almost easter
chew the perc, then put the x in a liter
he capped on his feet, he gon’ die when i see him
ain’t taking no photos but crop and-
ain’t taking no photos but crop and delete em’

uh
black lil n-gga, but i hung ‘round the white kids
i was like twelve selling katy to the white b-tch
dean lil racist ass tried to get me out of there
year of probation sounded like a life sentence
they couldn’t do nothing ‘cause i ain’t have sh-t on me
b-tch, stop rapping ‘cause you ain’t got sh-t on me
can’t find you, we get yo’ little or big homie
he think he a young thug, like he with rich homie
mm, nope
you n-ggas broke as f-ck, man, stop that sh-t
i ain’t got time for this, she keep bugging and tweaking on me, man i’m finna block this b-tch
had to tell a lil b-tch “nah this ain’t that, and b-tch that ain’t this”
don’t call me if yo’ n-gga black yo sh-t
f-ck you think i’m a hero, a captain, b-tch?

f-cked that b-tch n0body knew ‘bout it
feeling like scotty, lil b-tch getting too hottie
if i don’t know you, lil b-tch, i don’t do kindness
popped that lil n-gga, now what y’all gon’ do ‘bout it?
p-ssy n-gga think it’s a game like 2k, but it’s a sk and you die by it
know who did that sh-t and ain’t slide ‘bout it
play with the gang, give his soul to god, kindly

- kotadagreatt

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