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letra de tragic - miah kenzo

[intro: miah kenzo & tata]
ms everything ready, you heard
grahh, like what?
grahh, d-mn
grahh, grahh

[verse 1: miah kenzo]
in the streets, just promoting the violence
don’t beef on the net, just do sh-t in silence
don’t wanna flex on you really, ms. got it
41k, but y’all n-ggas is hiding
i’m on hots, now i’m making sh-t public
[?]
like, y’all b-tches are never on nothin’
tired of talking, for what? y’all is buggin’
mr. everything deady, he be goin’ dumb
ms. everything ready, just ready to dump
put the heat to her head, now that b-tch got a fever
moving real [?], b-tch i’m a reaper
when she seen me in person, her enеrgy changed
y’all b-tches is nevеr as tough as they claim
if she got a bestfriend that b-tch gon’ get flamed
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talking that tough sh-t it’s gon get [?]
knock that b-tch out, like i be she won’t spin again
[?] never rap what he live
like, on bro n-ggas never slide sh-t
if she got a baby, i’m knocking out kids
like, if it’s beef, ain’t no rules in this b-tch
that b-tch is a internet demon, like
that’s why i don’t pay her no mind, b-tch
she know that i’m quick to start getting it right
[?] just takin’ her spot
[?], we don’t f-ck with them people
i’m not calling y’all back
we ain’t shooting a movie
don’t care ‘bout the talking
i talk with my bl!ck
i’m moving to wocky, they watchin my moves
if you got a b-tch, then that b-tch’ll get bullied
like, want me to shake up the room
like why you gon’ die ‘bout the deuce
like, hold on, it’s getting real tragic
don’t got no remorse, we gon’ let that b-tch have it
like why get a gun, but not blast it?
like, y’all n-ggas is known for the lacking
like, and i’m never lacking like what?
i [?] outside cause y’all b-tches not tough
i’m ms. everything ready, gon’ knock out your crew
[?]
d-mn, b-tches not tough
[?] b-tch, but i’m calling y’all bluff
like, come outside cause i’m making a movie
don’t care ‘bout the talking, i stay with my toolie
don’t run, don’t trip
talk like he bugging, he ain’t finna live
go to the store, n-gga lack for a sec
tote in the trap, but he die ‘bout his grip
no competition, not settling sh-t
y’all b-tches my sons, i invented this sh-t

[verse 2: tata]
[?] promoting the violence
spinning through [?], i got n-ggas hiding
and y’all n-ggas not really on timing
call up [?], he stay on my timing (glahh)
shorty got wap, no fetty
breadwinner, i love to get bready
they know my bop, mr. everything deady
a shot to the eye, now he looking like fetty
if i spottem, i gottem
and these opp n-ggas thinking we cool, this ain’t hakuna matata
big ebk, 41, top shotta
you know i stay ready to dump that knocka
my brother i told him to lay low
he be ready to give n-ggas halo’s
no soulja, i keep a draco
opp n-ggas p-ssy, they softer than play-do
“ayo miah, what’s the word?”
i need a b-tch to get put on a shirt
walk through they [?], i leave em on curve
i’m smoking ya dead and i never go heard
glahh, don’t get put in your place
thinking he tough, he get shot in the face
got a baddie, she ready, [?]
[outro: tata]
everybody shot, everything dead, n-gga
41 shots to the head, b-tch

- miah kenzo

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