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letra de emmys - kryptonyte

[hook: lord byron]
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
i aim at a n-gga with black flowers
life isn’t sweet but the pack sour
n-ggas retreat when the mac tower
eatin’ my meat with her ass outward
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
i aim at a n-gga with black flowers
life isn’t sweet but the pack sour
n-ggas retreat when the mac tower
eatin’ my meat with her ass outward

[verse 1: lord byron]
coppin’ a four of the [?], come from the war with the troops
n-ggas want beef with the kid, i’mma shoot
[?]
tired of y’all f-ckers hatin’, go and f-ck your mother maybe
go and f-ck your auntie, try to get a b-tch [?]
ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, p-ssy n-gga i’mma bust him
tell your wifey she [?] semi-auto flip a [?]
twenty autos at the light like to give a b-tch a stroke
hit a n-gga on the spot, made his partner say woah-oh
made his father say woah-woah, made his doctor say oh no
always wanna act tough, get a [?] down your throat
always wanna act tough, suffer [?]
i been cruisin’ with this tucked up in my lap i gotta roll, yeah
[hook: lord byron]
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
i aim at a n-gga with black flowers
life isn’t sweet but the pack sour
n-ggas retreat when the mac tower
eatin’ my meat with her ass outward
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes

[verse 2: liv.e]
pull-pull out a knife on your n-gga, slit his d-mn throat
beat his ass out the truck, b-tch i was fully loaded
bust the subs, roll ’em dubs, b-tch we is not joking
bussin’ on your ass like a nut, have you wide open
my b-tches strut at the club, [?] with my token
make her ass live on this knife, trap [?] strokin’
makin’ 40 gs every night, b-tches got the lotus
make your b-tch stay on my ice, off the love potion
make your b-tch shake all that ass with my glock out
tell her if that ass stop the shakin’, getting knocked out
seen your ass a thousand miles away, michael myers’ house
bring another b-tch round my way in the trap house
bring another b-tch round my way, i’m a mack now
bring another n-gga round my face he gettin’ smacked down
pull the full chopper in his face, i won’t back down
take your n-gga face, [?] grace, i’mma scr-p child
[hook: lord byron]
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
i aim at a n-gga with black flowers
life isn’t sweet but the pack sour
n-ggas retreat when the mac tower
eatin’ my meat with her ass outward
choppas, tecs, b-tches, s-x
drippin’ wet, k!llers? yes
i aim at a n-gga with black flowers
life isn’t sweet but the pack sour
n-ggas retreat when the mac tower
eatin’ my meat with her ass outward

- kryptonyte

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