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letra de revenge - lil keith

[verse 1: lil keith]
hollerin’ at you with this twelve gauge under my trench
gotta be a ball game if i’m approaching the bench
imma push the package in this b-tch, i got a automatic
keep it in your own bracket, don’t get too erratic
my groupies think i’m stunnin cause i’m seven feet tall
slicing each and every wrist with my hatchet as i fall
devastated by the anger that you need to escape
planet earth with the birth of his agape
and f-ck this n-gg- yrnk, this n-gg- lame
n-gg- can’t spit bars he at the very bottom of the game
i never leave the pad without the gun
out of town big willie n-gg-s best to run
and peep your good, when your diamond line complete your wood
cause on the t.v. they make him look real good

[verse 2: tyrone williams]
break down the door hatch
because i really don’t give no f-cks about these f-gs
build a bridge and fill all the gaps
this the west side, n-gg-s shooting guns and we spitting raps
but that just can’t be like me
free us and touch what we can’t see
got my n-gg-s to deciph, on how my life be
sebastian calling scarlette his wifey
remember them days where a b-tch tried
but revenge is a b-tch now i’m above the sky
treat me well oh well you tried
but failed miserably
blowing up the rap game like this sh-ts the middle east
who else from the east thats a f-ckin beast
best believed for thanksgiving i’m getting that popeyes special ready to feast
i’ma put it down, i’ma get mine
sitting back as i spray that tech nine
show me love, cuz this year low chainz finna shine
i take a little bit and expand mine
so sebastian is cosmic beyond the skies
so the rest was my legacy
the pain to alert, to the fantasy
i’ll be workin on my legacy
revenge never tasted so sweet
keep looking for the perfect beat
n-gg-, move your feet, lose your seat
i just laugh when they throw their heat
and young ty we all know switching sides beat is incomplete
more concerned with sneakers and carryin heat
wearing these big -ss timbs on my feet
your type is what i’m diggin’, gossip heard obsolete
i’m bringin’ karma on beats, palmin’ the heat
praising what i started back in the streats

[verse 3: lil keith]
the fact’s clear rappers, they act queer, lappin’ up -ss hair
use extra care, if you touch my chain, my beretta flares
you just have to spend, i’ll f-ck you and your friend
was with you instead of my father like every weekend
putting up pics of your b-tch in your own livestreams
me and tyrone would be f-cking her, yeah we on the same team
baby come chill, let me dig ya out
extreme shade dont know what the rap game’s about
we evacuate the p-ssy like a f-cking trout
now you chuggin on some beer and f-cking stouts
i want it all, this time and everytime
when he found punk rock that first time
lucked up out the gutter now you on some suburb sh-t
the simple fact, that i’m like a mac when i spit
i’m screamin’ mayday, a f-ckin’ mad scientist..
i caught juvenile life plus an extra to exist

- lil keith

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