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letra de everything'k - leeky jackson

[intro]
let’s get it
legs like
gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
(like look)
we play in the winter we playing forever like
y’all n-ggas heard what i said
i talked to grippy look one in the head
they dissin’ like they don’t got n-ggas that’s dead
my n-gga like free the guys out the feds
they on my phone and i’m sending them bred
brodie kept cl!cking till that n-gga bled
it’s everything k till every n-gga dead
[verse]
r.i.p. benzo
we tuck extendos
so lеt your friends know they could get clappеd
we keep it litty n-gga that’s a fact
i got like 50 n-ggas in the back
we ain’t feeling n-ggas we be k!lling n-ggas
boy i put that sh-t up on the set
i keep a switchy i could never lack
i catch a meechie leave that n-gga whacked
i catch a jiggy leave em’ in a pack
pop him like a flat
leave him where he at
like if its litty with the jacks then why y’all ain’t getting busy with the straps
plenty situations we had situations and we put them n-ggas on they back
smoking baby zay up in some [?] paper they just put that n-gga in a pack

like n-ggas know that my hood ain’t no playground
smoking on louie and charlie and zayy now
let it buss in ya city like m.c.a
let it buss on a stick like a [?]
i’m in my bed like a spray ground
aim at the top of his head we gon’ spray ground
like i call up three shots
he give him three shots
let’s make that lil n-gga lay down
like [?] wanna pull up to the jack
like y’all n-ggas know where we at
we tucking them glizzys the [?] is a tax
like tell me how can n-ggas lack
we done put plenty n-ggas in a pack
charlie was one that got hit in his back
we get to dumping n-ggas on a track
like they do not really want it with the jacks

like look
which one of y’all n-ggas oy
my n-ggas smoke y’s
y’all n-ggas know why
like but the beam to his neck like a bowtie
dissin’ on benz break fast n-ggas home fried
we can’t settle for less
my n-ggas ready with straps we gon’ pull up and smoke y’all
keep a pole on my chest
last n-gga tried and got hit rest in peace

[chorus]
we play in the winter
we playing forever like
y’all n-ggas heard what i said
i talked to grippy look one in the head
they dissin’ like they don’t got n-gga that’s dead
my n-gga like free the guys out the feds
they on my phone and i’m sending them bred
brodie kept cl!cking till that n-gga bled
it’s everything k till every n-gga dead

- leeky jackson

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