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letra de virus - lil keed

[intro]
(earlonthebeat)

[verse 1: lil keed]
big glock 40’s, you know ain’t no rugers
i walk with that fire, man they call me a nuisance
we live like dababy, we do it for rudy
i came on her face, then i came on her booty
these big diamond chain, we not wearin’ no ruby
then put sticks on these boys, it’s not no illusion
big dog to these n-ggas and no not no bully
murder gang sh-t, boy, you know how we rootin’

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i don’t do no lovin’, i’m tootin’ and bootin’
i’m with the smoke, crash, bandicoot
i’m with some hitta’s, that, love to shoot
pull up them b-tches ain’t hittin’ they bugaboo
diamonds be hittin’, i’m spittin’ like pikachu
think bout ya family, don’t do what that n-gga do
tryna’ go big, finna bust out your inter tube
three in a twenty, i’m sleepin’ in interviews
f-ckin’ this b-tch from thе back, booty so fat
that sh-t was shoot like an interlude

[verse 3: lil keed]
whipin’ his nosе, slimin’ that boy ass out, yeah
tell you what we will do
f-ckin’ her through, then i’m kickin her all out the spot
yeah, you know i’m not into you
no we not arguin’ or tuslin’ over these thots
yeah, you know we got plenty, oh
yeah, my young boy, they sn-tchin’ right off the lot
yeah, you know how we end em’ too
.223 bullet, yeah they rip through your spot
sh-t, you know how finish you
[verse 4: lil yachty]
whatchu want the mansion, or you want the penthouse?
b-tch pullin’ up in a robe with her ass out
i don’t say much, knock em’ out like i’m pacquiao
f-ck from the back with my chains, knock the back out
look like a l!ck, walk around with the bl!cky
watchin’ my back, this sh-t get tricky
anywhere i go, they do not [?] me
let this big’ go, she come back like a frisbee
f-ckin’ this model lil b-tch, she groovy like geekin’
f-ck with her energy
told all my n-ggas go saw em’ off, uh
gave all them young n-ggas ten a piece
that what it is
eight hundred dollars on soda fizz
bad lil b-tch, she came from [?]
had to hit twice, then i had dipped
sent her to l.a, she never took trips

[verse 5: lil keed]
momma, she cryin’, her son got ripped
not lackin’ no fifty, you know how we live
d-ck in her spine, i beat up her ribs
jumping these [?], but don’t touch the wheel
we just caught a pint, yeah, we poppin’ the seal
we run it like emmit, not goin’ out like [?]
armani pink with my gucci in teal
[?], i’m sealin’ the deals
[verse 6: lil yachty]
i spent eighty thousand on my earrings
bentley coupe gt, poof go the ceiling
nut, in a bad b-tch, she gon’ get the feelings
i don’t have feelings, move like a villain
t5 gold, prolly think i was stealing
i do the dash in the cat, straight peeling
shift to the bando, same as the [?]
b-tch gon’ f-ck, cause i’m winnin’, yeah

[verse 7: lil keed]
winning, winning, yeah we be sinning
get em’ drip school, become attendant
big b the gang, big b on the bentleys
i go insane, that p-ssy, i’m in it
f-ck up the drank, f-ck up the kidneys
hoggin’ two lanes, my coupe extra tinted
off-white my pants, this sh-t ain’t no linen
know that i started it, you know that i finish

- lil keed

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