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letra de black friday - lokicka

{verse 1: lokicka}
i be so quick to pop a n-gga in his sh-t
i got em temper issues n-gga and i never miss
big young hitta mane i move up on his sh-t
left, right, then i weave and then i move up on his sh-t, fosho
these n-ggas dumb mane
ain’t ever gave a f-ck bout them
cause you can’t trust n0body deep up in this sh-t, n-gga
all these n-ggas be dumb dey just want some money
they dont even care for ya
these n-ggas dumb too

left and right you gotta move on these n-ggas
you gotta know how they think, how you move lil n-gga
you gotta know they next move, plot it out lil n-gga
you gotta know how they move, double cross you lil n-gga
mane
you can’t trust n0body thats a fact n-gga
cause all they finna do is stab you in yo back mane
f-ck all that
all these n-ggas be dumb, they finna move on that
you to trusting lil n-gga and i dont trust you with that

{verse 2: hotboyy flamez}
often times i get to thinkin in my head
i feel like i walk, walk around with a cloud over my head
could’ve been good, but yet i still chose the ugly path instead
long nights smokin woods im fighting demons in my head
they say, bury me and i’ll be born again
one shot, son that won’t work you better hit again
im coming back it’s like im holdin on some baby twins
two 45’s i bet i hit him and i make him spin

they say , patience is the best key but when i look up in the mirror all the time i see is me the realest i can be
im not ya average g
think im needing sleep
im chasing bags on feet
this n-ggas talkin sh-t but they will never [?]
they say they want peace but where the justice at?
no political speaking when we should touch them back
the reason why i never lack these n-ggas be b-tches
these n-ggas be switches they try and sn-tch ya chain up off ya neck
protect yourself by any f-ckin means
and show em you got smarts got the smartness in your jeans
protect yourself by any f-ckin means
and show em you got smarts got the smartness in your jeans

they say, bury me and i’ll be born again
one shot, son that won’t work you better hit again
im coming back it’s like im holdin on some baby twins
two 45’s i bet i hit him and i make him spin

- lokicka

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