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letra de fukk nike - marrgielaa

[verse]
(f-ck you, n-gga)
yah
these n-gga not in the street (and f-ck yo’ hood too)
i got the drugs and i got the lean
b-tch, i’m onnat’ block wit’ that .223
chase a opp down that f-ckin’ street
i catch that b-tch, you know he get beat
pull up and i clear the scene
you know that mac right by my jeans
slime him out now he say i’m mean
i get the rackzzz, n-gga, wit’ no money machine
we got guns and we got lean
i’m in the field, i’on play for no team
b-tch, ballout like i’m in the league
hol’ up…
but n-gga don’t want beef
tory lanez, i don’t shoot at feet
that headshot knock out his t–th
b-tch, catch a opp any day of the week (stomp on his head!)
you know i’m trappin’ in that f-ckin’ street
yah
outside, got the stick on me
i take over like the chineseee
onе man team, can’t sign me
i got that glock it’s right besidе me
i’m onnat’ block…
i’on care if they like me
f-ck a blue check and f-ck nike
facetime, don’t try to skype me
i shoot first, don’t try to fight me
off the radar, you can’t find me
them diamonds f-ckin’ shinin’
i am not quanos, b-tch, i’m not on that timin’
if i catch a opp then he dyin’
trap, everyday, i’m not wastin’ no time
i’m off the drugs, it feel like i’m flyin’
these n-gga rat to cut time (f-ck you, n-gga)
b-tch, i’m a star, i’m gon’ shine (and f-ck yo’ hood too)
don’t want that b-tch, she not mine
they know that i’m the real slime
i shoot at that b-tch, now yo’ momma cried
don’t worry, i’ll be just fine
i jumped to the front of the line
sippin’ on lean, b-tch, this ain’t wine
i’m off the drugs, i’m losin’ my mind
i’m onnat’ block, you know that i’m slidin’
i hop out wit’ stick, now that n-gga died
i’m sellin’ them brick, every f-ckin’ time
you try’ take that sh-t then them bullets fly
you not my twin, don’t call me slime
ysl, wit’ the gucci slides
i’m outside, i got that fye
b-tch
(stomp on his head!)

- marrgielaa

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