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letra de katy night (freestyle) - lil 3xk

[verse 1: ghostee boi] aye yeah aye yeah aye yeah aye yeah
hit from the back while im grabbin on her hair lil b-tch are u dummy i don’t really think its funny i got hoes that wanna f-ck me i got dudes who wanna jump i don’t no relations i just wanna make this money yeah pull up with a pistol imma whip then i’ll diss u yeah b-tches think when they leave that im gonna miss u

had to make a track about this sh-t
i don’t really got a f-cking option bout this sh-t
b-tches tell i be acting like a kid b-tch u should to say that sh-t when u in ditch b-tch

b-tches telling to quit this idgaf bout yo option b-tch running like a trackstar got a f-cking box full broken hearts load the long clip into this glock i got lasers up on the top part b-tches saying i can’t rap f-cking heart b-tches snap i dont heart b-tches snap i dont heart b-tches who got heart b-tch i got a f-cking heart i shoot u up then i leave the park

{verse 2: yung.nic}yeah yeah ong yung nic in this b-tch you know the vibes yeah yeah yeah yeah that boy he a shooter roll round in my scooter im hot like a girl that be working at hooter yo girl gave me brain like a mf tutor

i might just go brazy she sucked me all up and that sh-t had me lazy i popped a few percs and that sh-t had me hazy i like when a b-tch is a little bit crazy they call me a god sh-t im feeling like hades im dropping these buckets like tracy mcgrady

dior my shoes and my shirt he talking sh-t he got popped like perc deep in yo b-tch i put d-ck in her skirt i fw yo shawty she call me a flirt i been on my grind b-tch i’m balling like durk i hop in the foreign turn left and i skrt all of y’all sh-tty im talking bout t-rd

{verse 3: lil 3xk} yeah im crazy then ever been stacking my chedder people hate me but i can do better b-tch is so lame that i had to forget her she though that i loved her but im just a player

{verse 4: pop jhunnid} deep in the bag can’t f-ck with a hoe only get better these b-tches want more she want me to eat her i can’t cuz im kicking with bro u think that i want her i only want bread n-ggas be mad bout a b-tch n-gga check what i said f-ck that lil barbie her ass can be dead i could careless for a b-tch that want me to pay for her clothes cop a new rollie thats making me cold spoling myself the money and dont even fold check on yo b-tch a n-gga been making her fold hopped in a demon we drift off the lot doing a 280 we running from cops pulled up the lambo we chosen a whip only because the bands legit

{ verse 5: dreyk0} you is a b-tch run up on you made you sh-t yo pants idgaf b-tch i stay at home sit on my ass and im still making bands got yo b-tch in my brand new droptop yeah we crusing our friends b-tch you is sad u ain’t got no friends in the future gon be whipping the benz in the future cartier on my lens

{verse 6: smokey cloud} yeah aye people talk sh-t bout my motherf-cking crew but i know that these n-ggas can’t do what i do and i hope that they know we be cold like the flu so if i catch you slippin tf u gonna do i will call your ass cuz i can not f-ck with you n-ggas be tripping ain’t talking bout shoes they asking for handouts thats something i can’t do im stacking these bands and that sh-t hitting the roof im getting my drip and that sh-t flood yo whole school

- lil 3xk

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