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letra de wrong - kuniva

[verse 1: kuniva]
yo i think it’s time to k!ll all the drama mane
it’s 3 o’clock yo it’s time to f-ck your momma mane
see i don’t give a f-ck, i deal with that karma mane
i plant bullets in you n-gg-s like a farmer mane
i’m never slackin’ up, steering in the right lane
shootin’ n-gg-s house up or sippin’ on some night train
high as a kite mane, now you on some trouble
buck-50 across your face, if you winning i’ma hurt you
and still bustin’ n-gg- bubble, leave you in a bl–dy puddle
at your funeral they cuddle
bang like three gats, show me where the beast at
shoot him in his kneecap, take his little weed sack
three n-gg-s with three macs, pull your car seat back
hit ’em with the heat black, leave ’em in the street black
with some real streets cats while you’re out touring mane
we still shoot up n-gg-s while they performing mane
i’m still ripping while you checking off some chicken
i’ma shoot right in your kitchen, now your lower neck is missing
and don’t know the meaning of the word “pull your skirt off”
you don’t know about the dozen motherf-cker you will get murdered
you got it right n-gg-, we the ones you fight with
got then .9s spitting at you, we will end your life quick
that house n-gg- that, house n-gg- this
want some black in you b-tch then suck a house n-gg- d-ck
it ain’t about a magazine, it ain’t about race
it’s about you spitting ghostwritten sh-t out of your face
so die another day, because you know it’s entertainment
i stuck you out of shape pale face into the pavement
the cotton pickers going crazy on this lady
with the braids while the babies in the shady n-gg-s praise me
you’re out on the wolf tickets, n-gg-s you whack as f-ck
(yo, give me a shank let me take, champagnes up)

[verse 2: kon artis]
you can’t even write rapture, you’re d-mn a 50 years old
your daddy’s on his death bed, you’re never gonna go gold
it’s best if you’d just shut it up flush grips [? ]just let it up
you don’t want it with me, take a l like a 7 up
f-ck your momma i give back shots to your woman
guess you could say that she got c-ck in her stomach
if the b-tch say she pregnant, no i’m not gonna want it
but you suckers jump, f-ck it, i’ll make you pay for it mane
now you p-ssed, in the club all loud out of
jamie foxx your punk -ss hop back through the crowd
lick a shot for my man who just got locked down
’cause when the bodies start droppin’, n-gg-s mommas get to crying
traffic move a little slow, a funeral be p-ssing by
this sh-t could’ve been prevented, if you hadn’t started whining
’bout a hundred bein’ infractioned and most n-gg-s that be rhyming

- kuniva

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