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letra de banned from where - li rye

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[intro]
(mommy, india got them beats) i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field tryna catch a k!ll, baby, huh?
i’m banned from where? i’m banned by who? (leor, light it up)
these n-ggas ain’t got no stripes, and i’ma take his lil’-ass life, stop

[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n-ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n-ggas, so f-ckin’ lamе
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lеbron james
from the stick, b-tch shootin’ out flames

[verse 1]
and i won’t touch you ’cause that my brother’s sister
soon as i get the drop, know i’m sendin’ a missile
d-ck ridin’ n-ggas you never met in person
i don’t understand you n-ggas
on the west, tryna blam a n-gga
so it’s beef? that’s what you sayin’, lil’ n-gga?
i’m the type, hop out shootin’ with both hands, lil’ n-gga
so p-ssy, i can’t even stand the n-gga
i’ma k!ll you where you stand, lil’ n-gga
been itchin’ to knock off your man
i don’t no need plan, just some switches and pistols
nut in her mouth when you kissed her
paranoid, my finger don’t leave the trigger
bad b-tch tell me she don’t need no n-gga
these n-ggas broke as f-ck, too
dissin’ me, p-ssy, who is you?
we known to hop out, shoot
can tell he target practice ’cause all he do is diss
with a zipper on his stomach, like they don’t be rippin’ his ass up
n-ggas be dissin’ on the ‘net, in real life, they p-ssy as f-ck
and you know that’s facts, ain’t gotta run it back
i call jb, ain’t gotta send him sh-t, know he gon’ handle that
no defense, we quick attack
diss me, now you can’t take it back
and you know how i get down
we walk sh-t down, leave you with no face attached
play wrong, i pull up with the mac
i’m tryna see where n-ggas at
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with you b-tches, i been’ itchin’ to catch a hat
face down flat, n-gga
four-three, they run track
when we pull up, they get off
this a h-llcat motor, if 12 get behind, ain’t no pistols gettin’ tossed
that n-gga sweet, we laid on him, i’m on his head like randy moss
talked to the devil and prayed on him, next day, nail his ass to the cross
they just took another loss, that’s raw
brand new chop’, that b-tch go, “bah”
brand new drac’, that b-tch go, “fah”
7.62s rip the door off a car
bring me his head in a jar
i’m rich and i’m above the law
since birth, i’ve been a f-ckin’ star
talk sh-t, this switch gon’ tap your jaw
blackout, i f-cked ’round, popped a bar
i give my life for [?]
[?] louie, rod, jb [?] and the rest know who they are
[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n-ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n-ggas, so f-ckin’ lame
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lebron james
from the stick, b-tch shootin’ out flames

[verse 2]
bro’s sister pulled up with all anti chains, said it ain’t worth a thing
the jeweler said, “these moissanites,” big 952, that be the gang, huh?
oh, you ready to lose your brain, huh?
bet it for me, they’ll leave you stank, huh?
jump in the video, they’ll put a target on your back, i’ma step on your ass and head home
out the window, tryna leave his head blown
ain’t poppin’ outside ’til the feds gone
n-ggas died ’cause the sh-t they said wrong
i love dunkin’ on sh-t, like i’m derrick rose
i’ma clutch on that fire ’til i can’t no more
hope i die ‘fore i ever get old
free all the bros up the road, f-ck it
yeah, i’m keepin’ it violent if a f-ck n-gga told
[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n-ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n-ggas, so f-ckin’ lame
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lebron james
from the stick, b-tch shootin’ out flames

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