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letra de hyperbole for my ex's - lance markeith

my girl be k!lling em
if there’s a empty clip she’ll be filing em
and spilling em
on any wack n-ggas equilibrium
or anything that talk walk or breathe
never a trick she just keep the tricks up her sleeve
i put her down on all my operations, pacin’
i kept the joints moving till we counting
presidential faces
making innocent love out in residential places
to see my chick wave a gun and all the cop chasin’
it turns me on but then i get the word that shawty is deceiving
but i deny it cause where mommy go i’m whereever she should be
i say “mommy we gotta deal”
she say “oh forreal?”
if all goes according we could be splitting a couple mill
my n-gga d gave me the info on a new drop
the four seasons that’s where sh-t’ll never get hot
we ain’t gotta worry about any of the freezing from the cops
thing about it, they need somebody
to bring the ‘cotics to the spot
and that’s where you come in
infiltrate and see who’s doing this
get all the info and see how the folks moving it
the look in her eye what’s up with my people
how could they sense any intricate thoughts going deeper
but never mind, me – i’ll be looking like a guest
unknowingly i’ll have the clips hidden in the vest
any other day we’d be smiling
no not today
the biggest deal we ever cut so let’s be on our way
while i’m settin’ up, mommy is texting me up
saying she scared is this mind of someone settin’ me up
i think not check the spot to see how the things running
my n-gga d hit me up said be about yo money
n-gga, i’m just tryna protect yo ass
hear her talking to her friends she gone correct yo ass
n-gga why you tripping
knowing i’m pistol gripping
knowing if anything get suspicious
i’m the first to get to get to dippin
we hung up the phone she walk in dress on
the look in her eye like lets get it on
suitcase in her hand i see how it’s going
we gone rob these fools blind without anyone knowing
i walk in they question her like who is this fool
exactly for the situation i tote techs and tools
i told em, i’m the grim reaper bust shots now he sleeping
she dropped the suitcase and went off on his people
talk about forever my baby
but then she f-ck around and put the desert on me
wait was there something i was supposed to do
my n-gga d walked in and kissed her said i told you fool (blah!)
you be k!llin’ em
thats a hyperbole for my ex’s
all dem – all dem b-tches (nah i’m just playin’ with you)
originally written for you be k!llin’ em by fabulous, the tempo was written at a faster pace

- lance markeith

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