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letra de road kill - lilcj kasino, sauce walka & peso peso

[intro: lilcj kasino]
(i’ma do it like that, yb)
ayy, ayy, ayy
uh (fuurgg on go)
uh, yup
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
ayy (yo, loomin, that’s my bad)

[verse 1: lilcj kasino & peso peso]
we be stackin’ it up just to f-ck this sh-t off (ayy, what?)
told that b-tch to come here, come and f-ck on a boss (b-tch)
hit the trap and do magic, b-tch, i whip the hard with the soft (trap)
i get the pack, get it off (off)
all of that ice, n-gga might just start callin’ me boss (bling-blaow, boss)
take n-ggas’ life when we spinned, ain’t no way that we lost (ayy)
i’m sippin’ on madden, ain’t no coughin’, if i put some bread on your head, they won’t sleep ’til you off (brrt)
ayy, first n-gga try me, go bring out the chopped up (bring)
man of your house what i put in my mouth (b-tch)
i’m the king of the six and the city (gone bad)
lil’ n-gga be snitchin’, can’t beef with no mouse (p-ssy ass)
take that lil’ b-tch, we be d-ckin’ her down (d-ck)
y’all can’t do sh-t about me, so n-ggas just frown (haha)
n-gga bе dissin’ and stealin’ my sound
when we catch him, you know that wе blowin’ him down (grrah, grrah)
all of that drip on my wrist, you could drown (drippy)
switch on that gl!ck, n-gga, you could get down (gl!ck)
won’t switch on my clique, it’s still three-seven-four (never)
we smoke, we don’t blitz, n-ggas never around (rrt)
pull up to shoot with my pistol, it count (baow)
remember i used to hits in the count (i did)
stop playin’ with this b-tch ’cause them b-tches go joggin’
had to shoot on that b-tch, make it shoot with no sound (peso peso)
[verse 2: peso peso & sauce walka]
i was robbin’ him quick, put his face on the ground
got ice, got hard, got soft, got pound
got the whole trigger low when i come to your town (bah)
if you a snitch, you a b-tch, then you can’t come around
in the rolls-royce, in the sittin’ up (kid)
ran off on the plug, i ain’t pickin’ up nothin’
n-gga, f-ck how they feelin’, i’m trappin’ and k!llin’, they know i be f-ckin’ the city up (peso peso)
thirty k in the trap, i ain’t got no clean gun
could find no forces, i got the supreme one (yeah)
i’m a real street n-gga and you wanna be one (ha)
bend back on the block, n-gga call it a re-run (blatt)
and i put bullet holes, n-gga, all in your vlone (dap)
that b-tch call me whenever she need somethin’ to eat on (yeah)
treat a arp like a pillow to sleep on it (yeah)
we got bodies and bodies, they knowin’ what we on (um-hmm, yeah)

[verse 3: sauce walka]
i’ll spend in million for million
i just left the b-tch, i think she brazilian
my diamonds aimin’, no tillman
i’m ridin’ with horses, a wonderful feelin’
these b-tches, they say that i’m brilliant
all of my diamonds are realest
tsf business, the trillest
new glock 19 nod camuflage, i call that b-tch a chameleon
he ridin’ the bike, keep dissin’ my squad, i shoot, he poppin’ the wheelie
body hit the floor, he road k!ll
uh, i’m type of n-gga walk up to your big homie, check that boy like a ho still
tsf business, i walk a fifteen million dollars up, i ain’t got no deal
uh, baby made a hundred forty thousand out last week, but y’all eat it out the ho still
cali made four thousand dollars week, yeah, but y’all get it out the ho still
all saks fifth for the whole spill, walk down six street, no seals
might send a ass a house, stop, break down a ass on the beat, that’s my boy, though
tsf business, what’s up, foe?

- lilcj kasino sauce walka peso peso

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