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letra de outta pocket - lil kee

[intro]
(matt, what up?)

[chorus]
lost my big bro friday ‘fore my birthday, man, i really miss him
i know that these n-ggas really b-tches, so i don’t respond to disses
i wish i was with you when you died, you know i miss you dearly
i wish you were here to see our k!llers f-ck up all the missions
don’t know what’s goin’ on, it’s been too long and i need me a body
i’m chillin’ with gang in new york, but i still got my rocket
tweetin’ and you get hit with some hot sh-t, f-ckin’ out of pocket
ho movin’ too fast, pulled down her pants, but i just want the noggin
[verse 1]
he tryna look mad in all his pictures, he is not no k!ller
this right here put holes in n-ggas’ face, but it ain’t got no filter
i seen n-ggas clique up with the opps who used to live with me
my young n-gga a thug, he older than me, but he call me big bruh
he say he catch an opp, this sh-t in blood, he already know it’s up
been my dog since kids, if you get caught, know i’ll pay your bond
he said it’s out of love, i don’t nothing but a switch on my gun
told you that i love you, but if i leave, that mean you ain’t the one
all my diamonds dancin’, really hittin’, i might be touchin’ sun
i’m a real hitter, probably take it ‘fore i buy your gun
i know n-ggas died for sayin’ sh-t and they ain’t even really mean it
i pull out her tracks, beat in her back, [?] get to screamin’
sold your n-gga a case of green, he got high, but he ain’t really leanin’
that lil’ b-tch a freak, after we f-ck, she l!ck up all my s-m-n
ho had snuck some pictures, took her phone and made that b-tch delete ’em
clutching while she eating, b-tch, don’t you forget that i’m a demon

[chorus]
lost my big bro friday ‘fore my birthday, man, i really miss him
i know that these n-ggas really b-tches, so i don’t respond to disses
i wish i was with you when you died, you know i miss you dearly
i wish you were here to see our k!llers f-ck up all the missions
don’t know what’s goin’ on, it’s been too long and i need me a body
i’m chillin’ with gang in new york, but i still got my rocket
tweetin’ and you get hit with some hot sh-t, f-ckin’ out of pocket
ho movin’ too fast, pulled down her pants, but i just want the noggin
[verse 2]
i’m tryna find ways, can i rap and still try and move this dope?
hop out the side of mclaren, put the bl!ck inside this moncler coat
i can’t f-ck with you ’cause you wear green and don’t know how to move
so i just started crashin’ n-ggas out who didn’t know how to shoot
i take percs and i can’t sleep, got me fightin’ these demons
in the streets, you can’t find love, but i’m lookin’ for jesus
so many times it been hard and ain’t n0body need you
these n-ggas broke, ain’t got no funds, how you gon’ be a leader?
how you gon’ help out your young n-ggas that actually need you?
had to focus on myself, i got people to feed too
and opps know it’s [?][2:15]
[?] as long as they die, forever f-ck y’all

- lil kee

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