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letra de kut like they say - london lorin

whoop (kc)
l i v sh-t (swagg)
coming all the way live from the 205 (treydoe, treydoe)
you dig what the f-ck going on
young london (big j.rich)
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh (woo, aye)

i know that sh-t that you kick ain’t real
in my brain you have no idea
sip in my cup keep that concealed
ice froze veins i’m numb no feel
b-tch want my heart but that sh-t don’t appear
i know you ain’t solid you don’t live how i live
i’m on auto pilot just floating no swim
these n—-s so fake that they clothes and they shoes be realer than them
b-tch you a guest i’m already login
been in these streets since way back then
only thing change i’m a smart grown man with a g*nius ass plan
gotta get this cash gotta stretch that bag
these hoes think they bad when they really just sad
with a lil nice ass they real brain dead
these n—-s be hard til you whoop they ass yea man
aye f-ck that i wanna push a n—a tape back
if he got a temper put one in his liver
he pressed about p-ssy he ain’t even getting
open yo eyes cause i live in vision
these n—-s they broke they ain’t talking digits
my name hold weight i ain’t talking fitness
i’m hot like i’m houston i ain’t talking whitney
keep that thing on my side beeper
f-ck n—a tryna get up on a t-shirt
step on they neck my feet hurt
i been chasing after paper so my knees hurt
these n—-s ain’t kut like they say
cap on the net they gone type up all day
l i v gang b-tch you know we don’t play
pull up with sticks put the pole in his face
yeah, yeah, yeah

i keep a glizzy below
most of these n—-s be hoes
cap on the net like some hoes
f-ck all that talk i’ma up me a pole
these n—-s ain’t kut like they say
these n—-s ain’t kut like they say
these n—-s ain’t kut like they say
these n—-s ain’t kut like they say
aye, aye, aye
i keep a heater my n—-s grim reaper
she suck on a d-ck like she payed for the feature
these n—-s cappin like its a religion
in love with blue faces like a young n—a crippin
i keep a pole like a young n—a fishing
i told her i love her that cup had me tripping
you can get fly with the pigeon
he said he want smoke but this sh-t can get wicked
these n—-s be slimy like snails
you can get filled with some sh-lls
the pack touching down in the mail
he never sold no bells
i swear these rap n—-s 12
it’s luxury living my flow has been gifted
james harden euro stepping with the pivot
live in vision eye on mission
present living we ain’t with it

all of my shooters they gunning
clip hold a hundred rip up your chest and your stomach
f-ck on your b-tch for some money you think i’m ugly
yo b-tch be calling me hubby
i’m living in vision you better act like you with it
yo ass be scr-ping up pennies you say you want smoke
lil n—a quit it my temper bigger
b-tch you ain’t never had no hit
get caught n—a man i know you gone snitch
p-ssy ass n—a you g-y as sh-t
all of my n—-s got sticks that gone hit
big j.rich n—a know i don’t play
pull up and air ya sh-t out broad day
if you ain’t l i v then you lame
b-tch u can’t hang wit the gang
my choppa ready to bang b-tch
i keep them sticks like a rake
i keep them rack in the safe (aye)
i heard that boy told on that case that choppa gone take off his face
you n—-s too broke we got money for days
j.rich in the cut he gone chop at yo fade
we pull up with sticks that b-tch long as a cane (hey)
let that b-tch hit like a train (uh)
let that b-tch hit like a train (uh)
let that b-tch hit like a wreck (oh, oh)
my dogs gone murk i just tell em to fetch
my n—-s gone crash but try not to wreck
you beef on the net but never direct
you n—-s be blocking like kevin garnet
i do you like ricky put shots in yo back
these n—-s be cappin just give em a hat (montana)

- london lorin

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