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letra de black forces - kuttem reese

[intro]
(chris, you idiot, look at what you did)
(ike, that sh-t crazy)

[chorus: kuttem reese]
p-ssy idiot, look what you done did, you done started war
gotta hide my heart from my thoughts ’cause now my mind at war
i can make them choppas shoot at once like they all in chorus (brrt, brrt)
black forces, tying them b-tches tight when i’m applying force

[verse 1: kuttem reese]
sensei, come through kickin’ sh-t just like i’m sensei (ayy, yeah)
handshakes, old friends bit the hand that fed him, so i don’t do handshakes (i don’t do hands)
b-tch, i want you, b-tch, i want your friend, what your friend say?
n-gga lose his top, he come through spinnin’ where my kids stay
i gotta go get get back
what’s the addy? where his man stay?
i’ma spin it monday, do it tuesday, and on wednesday
i don’t give no f-cks, i want him dead by this wednesday
funeral on sat-rday, want him buried where his mans lay (bah)
i ain’t going to step or doing sh-t without my black forces
caught him in the back, it made me mad, i coulda bagged shorty
i’ma spare you, not because your mama, ’cause your dad, shorty
don’t you drop a diss, i’m changing quick, we on your ass, shorty (on your ass, shorty)

[chorus: kuttem reese & ski mask the slump god]
p-ssy idiot, look what you done did, you done started war
gotta hide my heart from my thoughts ’cause now my mind at war (ah, yeah)
i can make them choppas shoot at once like they all in chorus (ha, yeah)
black forces, tying them b-tches tight when i’m applying force (yeah, ayy, force)
[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
like of course, been applying force like i’m obi-wan (obi’)
i be geeked, these n-ggas be sweet, they be honeybun (they be p-ssy)
keep it cordial, we’re gon’ make a mother miss another son (ayy)
you a l!ck, you a tongue (you’re a—), you’ll tell ’cause you your father’s son (look at it)
itty bitty boy talking ’bout he step
we step on you, peon (step on you, peon)
see reese in the cut with the cutter, if he tote that b-tch, then yo’ ass done (then yo’ ass, yo’ ass)
we toting them just for fun (yeah)
want smoke? we fill his lungs (fill his lungs)
he f-cked with us, he’s six feet deep
never ever gon’ see the sun (b-tch)
i’m in this b-tch with chrome hearts over my teflon, huh (hit it)
not to mention under that they found my weapon, huh (look at it, look at it, look at it)
freddy krueger how i act when i be slept on, uh (umm)
black air forces like a bug, yo’ n-ggas stepped on (ayy)

- kuttem reese

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