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letra de kill song - lp rambo

[intro]
i hit 50 n-ggas up
so they picked 50 n-ggas up
how you sleeping when with them empty pockets i don’t get it bruh
you ain’t say sh-t but a thing my n-gga i will send it up
my n-gga i can’t get enough

[hook]
it go murder murder k!ll k!ll
i pray for my meals still
i dont wanna k!ll bill
cuz i f-ck wit kodak play no flockin we gone still drill
i just paid a k!ll bill
they wondering if im real still
they see that im real still
b-tch i been the real deal
i can feel that ill will
f-ck these n-ggas buss them n-ggas k!ll em all i still will
i’m swerving this steering wheel
hard right at the intersection, outta sight got real sk!ll
slice his ass like k!ll bill
[verse one]
i be riding with that stick right my common sense ain’t instilled
riding through that b-tch like they ain’t tell me it was gеtting real
riding with that b-tch like she ain’t tеxting opps cuz you getting peeled
automatic, don’t fist fight we gone hit your ass with this real thrill
my brother started serving i said when he get like that?
i be missing out on everything but i’ma get right back
my homie flew back when he popped the gl!ck ain’t know it kick like that
then i passed his ass the wood and said ”this sh-t gone hit right back”
stain baby, creeping through the motherf-cking alley way
she hopping on me grinding on me riding me like galloway
he thought he could smoke my brother and i wouldn’t retaliate
blood shed on my street i told that boy he shall repay
i grew up looking up to felons what the f-ck i look like telling when, i’m the one who popped the n-gga melon?
n-gga fanned out he f-ck with mb7 said his fav was thank the reverend but wave was talking to me up from heaven

[hook]
it go murder murder k!ll k!ll
i pray for my meals still
i dont wanna k!ll bill
cuz i f-ck wit kodak play no flockin we gone still drill
i just paid a k!ll bill
they wondering if im real still
they see that im real still
b-tch i been the real deal
i can feel that ill will
f-ck these n-ggas buss them n-ggas k!ll em all i still will
i’m swerving this steering wheel
hard right at the intersection, outta sight got real sk!ll
slice his ass like k!ll bill
[verse two]
i just pulled into gate i’m picking up the russian creams
dont make me end your life lil boy i’ll end up f-cking up your dreams
i dont understand ”i love you” don’t know what the f-ck it mean
i said dont look into my eyes you won’t know what the f-ck you seen
it get dark round this way little ass b-tch n-gga stay safe
i heard you can’t pull your weight they might just turn your ass to waste
n-gga stabbed me up i went to school with that sh-t on my face
like dont you ask me what had happened i might spray sh-t like mace
now i’m grown i turned to a felon guess my thinking wasn’t clever i was really down to shoot out with whoever
but i hope you know we all won’t live forever better work on your endeavors you lil p-ssy n-gga stay way from that pressure

- lp rambo

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