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letra de kill*** - l.s rhoshod

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(intro)
tragically
(tragically)

(hook)
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy

verse 1(l.s chi)
my b-tch water fiji, cdg garnments
buss-down ap wave it and it look like comets
shouldn’t drunk that whole cup on empty stomach
drop top tesla coupe will make you wanna vomit
hit the op 30 shots and sent him soaring
drako with extendo cause i hate
l.s got the ak
now we shooting —–
and if he miss the shot then im gunning for him (gun)
(hook)
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy

verse 2 (both)
lady guadlapue to chains rose and gold
dont be like with ya rod and not ya pole
it be stand up n-gg-s who sat down and told
when we catch em we gone cut off all 10 toes
got the big draco
hit you in ya face bro
drugs all on the table
do she need a face blow
girls kissing girls
p-ssing skittles taste the rainbow
girls kissing girls
p-ssing skittles taste the rainbow

(hook)
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy

verse 3(chi)
got a 30 and a 40 feel sorry for ya mudda
finesse og out the whole thing
murk his son and smash his daughter
i’m bout money, i’m bout murder
chop stick stain ya shirt up
in the — with these b-tches
booty shaking ith they skirt up
seen ya boss tryna floss
i didn’t mean to hit the work up
gang run up in ya spot
take the money out the circle
get k!lled off can when you f-cking work up
and we gone keep it silent
we ain’t bringing that old dirt up

outro
k!llin my opps so tragically
you n-gg-s and b-tches is dead to me
f-ck around might come for ya family
faneto it end like a fantasy

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