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letra de evilraly - kynlary

westside, dat’ where i be at
n-gga be tryin’, be tryin’ the t at
i’m wit’ all the bullsh-t
i’ma’ just leave the [?]
ass so fat, big booty
step in the club, they throwing that ass
four in a [?], my twin be hanin’
soon i catch up, how the f-ck i be lackin’?
two-tone glock, and that b-tch look attackin’
keep on talkin’, lil’ [?], lil’ f-ggot
some of these young n-ggas marching, them maggots
viyah and siah, tell dat’ boy i’m back
tear up, gen 5, [?]
keep on hidin’, gon’ peel that boy hat

7.35, that b-tch full of sh-lls
glock, get chased, get chased like h-ll
doing yo’ dance, hit the [?] yo tail
gotd-mn, [?] got d-ck like h-ll
bbl, they throwing out blood
i’m in the ring with mel fosho’
be in the [?], still put up for show
d-mn, lil’ [?], d-mn lil’ za

xdk, wе been in dat’ pot
boy tryna run, we leave that shi’ high
camе in wit’ [?], hit off yo’ tie
and if i shoot, shoot still till’ i’m tired
twin be [?] for high and the low
look in my pocket, be pulling fo’ four
smoke a backwood, we don’t hit on no bone

brand new b-tch, she got brand new d’s
hulu, b-tch i [?], get steppin’
d-mn, my ex so f-ckin’ get rachet
suby-b, they gettin’ no wretches
i ain’t [?], no, f-ck i mess up
me and draya, we pull up in truck
baddie [?], she better then nun
she in the [?], she f-ck wit’ my jeans
step in the kickback, she hit that 5-beam
hit off tha’ phone, i hit up jaheem
jump off the porch and i hit 17
gucci and burbank, she hit givenchy
sometimes be thinkin’ she don’t f-ck with me
brand new shoes, balenci, balenci
some of these hoes be groupin’ for lenci’
been in the hood, i been in the trenches
throwin’ that ass around, delicious
bullet wit’ [?], he said ‘stop pacin’
glock 19, just finally teach em’
dent in his head, and i give him dat’ foot
dent in his head, and i give a b-tch buck
keep on dat’ crying, he gon’ retry his luck
dang dat’ boy [?], he redub it up
all on her knees, she banging it up
all on my knees, i’m seeing sea-shores
glock, glock, it hit off his top
opp, glock, if he hit [?]
i die when i give up

my life, i love the sight
my soul, it came in the light
i can’t think right now, right now can’t—
i just can’t just be alright
four shi’ in, it been recite

- kynlary

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