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letra de ​with the gang cypher - ​kumorii

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[intro]
k-morii is f-cking slumped in a ditch

[verse 1: k-morii]
aim it at his brain
we gon’ let that toolie blow
if you wanna run up on me
how bout do it, or no
and he wanna talk down
he get bullets to his thro-
(k-morii f-cking sucks)
hundreds on me in the pics
spend em’ all
this a twenty person cypher
we gon’ spin his whole block
like a cypher
pouring wock at the function
light him like a lighter
and i’m posted up
with razor he open fire

[verse 2: razordelta]
tell them bout all my past
does it look like i care
running away
now i hide
tell them they got no f-cking kicks and a snare
posted up with notk-morii
and we going up
like what the f-ck
all my cash
f-ckas the one
names i’ve been called
okay now i’m done
she told me that she wanna talk
but i know that she will never change
[verse 3: xoh]
she sitting in my lap
smoking h-lla gas (h-ll yeah)
thinking while i drive
racing h-llcats (h-ll yeah)
in the stu i stay cook
never bad sh-t (oh yeah, yeah)
she said she love me
she got it she been rich (oh yeah, yeah)
yeah, let it all have a pass
give my ass the microphone
i hit that b-tch right from the back
that coochie too good for me
tell them to run it back
run it back
run it back
run it back
yeah she be acting up
so i shot her in the car yeah

[verse 4: r4ckzz]
shot her in the car
and i’m smoking on thrax
baby i’m a gangster
i don’t care for your life
and i’m smoking on that sh-t
homeboy do you want a puff
and i hit him with that stick
cause that n-gga playing tag
there some checks out
when i f-ck your b-tch
i swear to god i blow her back out
running in yo sh-t
and then i empty a whole bag out
i don’t speak of empty
we gon’ empty the whole mag out
hold on b-tch i’m friendly
friendly is gon’ get yo mans out
[verse 5: popr]
(popr)
i’m smoking h-lla f-cking gas
imma f-ck yo b-tch and she calling me her dad
i’ve been getting h-lla rich
i don’t mean to f-cking brag
ugh, imma pull a f-cking mag out
you was talking sh-t
but they don’t know imma pop out
imma pop out
imma f-cking pull up with a glock now
yeah, haters being mad
but they all up on my c-ck now

[verse 6: ilykden]
i don’t wanna go
choppa got a beam
yeah, that sh-t is gon’ reload
ask me for a feat
and i can’t f-ck with em’
can’t f-ck with n0body
i rock alone
you know i’ve got the lazer
i know i got your sticks
it’s me not you
baby please don’t trip
i know you just want to chill at the crib
[verse 7: szmwu]
yeah, b-tch i’m booting up
and i sh-t on his team
we smoking on h-lla blunts
talk sh-t to your b-tch
she calling me on her son
and it’s just the same b-tch
she doing it for the bucks
no, no i know naughty b-tch
walk into the club
i got b-tches on my d-ck
like i don’t give a f-ck
imma put him in a ditch
like i don’t give a f-ck
imma take all his sh-t

[verse 8: mvrch]
yuh, imma take all his sh-t, ah
everyday of the week
your b-tch on my d-ck, ah
cause i really be up
i be spitting on the floor now
and he’s not on the team
but he found a way now
me and gang that’s a bless
imma f-ck that b-tch raw
say it’s all said and done
say all of y’all are leavin’
b-tch this ain’t over
imma hop on the cypher
and b-tch we’ll have fun

[verse 9: atiniz]
i don’t know why i do and why i try
i do not care about her
so i put that to the side
i’m bouta die
first person to find me gets a prize
but there ain’t no point to do that
cause i’m bout to end your life
yuh, you don’t know what i go through
i could put on a smile
or at least i could try to
woah, i do not give no f-cks
do not talk to me
unless you making robux

[verse 10: luxid]
my b-tch already write on you no way
yeah, what you think gon’ say, today
yeah, i’ll just go on my way
yeah, baby why you so fine
turn it all above
wake his ass up
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, restart
aye, all these hoes fake, ah
you wanna get out my way
you don’t wanna fight, yuh
i be thinking you stink
imma cop you lysol
she won’t get out my way
cause she know she real yuk
oh, woah (oh, woah)

[verse 11: rekai]
hit you with a stick
and i f-ck up on your b-tch
imma empty out my clip
i make sure that imma hit
getting money i’m so rich
yeah, hop off of my d-ck
f-cking tranny feel like quinn
no, can he be this sh-t
no, can he never miss
on the back stage
smoking thrax with my twins
saying that you love me
i don’t f-cking give a sh-t
now that we are alone
now let’s just get to business

[verse 12: xiller]
i feel like i’m thinking you a loner
be alone, ooh
you don’t even like me
imma have to take out his ass lightly
you don’t know me
i feel like i’m thinking you a loner
be alone, ooh
you don’t even like me
imma have to take out his ass lightly
imma have to take out his ass lightly

[outro]
k-morii is f-cking slumped in a d-d-i-i-tch

- kumorii

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