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letra de beam (original) - kyle richh

[chorus: kyle richh]
f-ck that, that n-gga gone
dummy got clapped for the sh-t he was wrong
if you see me, you better perform
bullets gon’ shake in me, flippin’ his lungs
lil’ thotty, she tryna get s-xual
she be feenin’ the pop it and lock it
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no options
tell bro, ”don’t stop, keep flockin”’

[verse 1: kyle richh]
i’m a shouter and shout with a dime
don’t chat, i’ma dump that knocker
everything dead, send shots to the doctor
gumbo sh-t, kick it like soccer
dump out the v, straight flock ’em, flock ’em
better run if you runnin’ at me
b-tch, i’m on call, i’m on d like siakam, like
i-i’m really k with the g (glah, glah, glah)
genuine spotted mе drinked and drinked it
lil’ bro tryna run and i’m sheddin’ out three (shеddin’ out what?)
top two, i’m sendin’ out six (sendin’ out six)
i cannot dance with the knock on my hip (knock on my what?)
n-ggas want tell me to chill, but i’m in the field, for real
like these n-ggas know what i do
draco, throw nine back at you
dump out the v, see that opp and then deuce
like
[chorus: kyle richh]
f-ck that, that n-gga gone
dummy got clapped for the sh-t he was wrong
if you see me, you better perform
bullets gon’ shake in me, flippin’ his lungs
lil’ thotty, she tryna get s-xual
she be feenin’ the pop it and lock it
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no options
tell bro, ”don’t stop, keep flockin”’

[verse 2: mike myerzz]
i don’t know what to tell you n-ggas when i come
sound like durk when it start to hum
glizzy like myerzz, so you better run
no nick but this cannon comin’ with a drum, hol’ on
and we spinnin’
spin again
we odn’t stop ’til we give us a win
watch him dance like the party began
like the two bullets itchin’ his skin
everybody a tough guy, ’til lil’ tough guy get his little ass b-tch (baow)
you was a supposed lil’ good guy turned to a tuggy
turn your body get a stitch (grr)
had your b-tch doin’ mad tricks
it’s the lv with the rick
too much ice, gotta use vick
i’m the one, you lil’ ass pick
make it twerk, baby, throw it back
i’ma need that brown without the crack
i don’t need a flag to attack
i go hunt a n-gga ’cause i’m —-
[chorus: kyle richh]
f-ck that, that n-gga gone
dummy got clapped for the sh-t he was wrong
if you see me, you better perform
bullets gon’ shake in me, flippin’ his lungs
lil’ thotty, she tryna get s-xual
she be feenin’ the pop it and lock it
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no options
tell bro, ”don’t stop, keep flockin”’

[outro: kyle richh]
glah, tell bro, ”don’t stop, keep flockin”’
like what? like what?
don’t flock
glah
kr
mclovin
glah, glah, glah

- kyle richh

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