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letra de 110 kilometers (ft. y33ty99) - n3onbr!ght

(ad-libs)
man, what the f-ck is this beat?
let’s go
ay neon, this sh-t the f-cking heat
aye

(verse 1 – n3onbr!ght)
i could let a b-tch roll up my blunt
but not that b-tch, man i can’t trust
check out my files, man they were corrupt
walkin with the cap, i’m about to bust
im feelin’ trippy dawg, but i could give a f-ck
i ain’t sippin wock, im sippin straight chalk
like i’m a redneck, im gonna pull up in my truck
i ain’t from the dirt, i came up from the mud
you need to take a mint, sh-t smell like a dumpster
breaking bad, we like jesse and walter
im flying in this b-tch, like a helicopter
feel like a dream stan, cause “where the h-ll my father?”

(chorus – y33ty99)

b-tches talk sh-t, i don’t wanna talk
walking on the beat, i’m going for a walk
minx bite me off like i’m built like chalk
i’m with yo b-tch she sucking on my c-ck
i’mma rap in kilometers
i’mma touch the thermometer
wishing death upon others
i’m with yo b-tch and i’m sucking on her udders

who the f-ck you talking to?
i’ll have you know i’m built like you
out of the way i’m coming through
and i’m just moving with who i like, b-tch
so short, call you ike, b-tch
you’re one of those people i dislike, b-tch
bye, b-tch

(verse 3 – n3onbr!ght)
b-tch, im rappin at 110 kilometers
make yo girl chew on my wood like a beaver
you can have my old b-tch, i think she a cheater
im inside of the line, im waiting at little caesars
passing these assignments like im the teacher
keepin it real, vro think you a keeper
boutta blow up this sh-t, like i’m a creeper

get the h-ll out of my sight
meet me out back if you wanna fight
i dont say the n-word cause i’m f-ckin white
rockin these jeans, they h-lla tight
fill up my cup, pour in the sprite
with the syrup
i saw my bro crying, told him to cheer up
its almost 7 am, i’ve got to get up
[alright final verse, lets go]

(y33ty99 – verse 3)

b-tch, why you talking when i didn’t even ask you
showing ton of flaws man, i’m gonna have to pass you
call your ass dream, i gotta f-cking unmask you
if you have a firewall, i’m gonna have to crack you

sucking this d-ck, she gonna give me that knowledge
i’m in your house smoking pot in your cottage
giving me brain like she just finished college
punching that b-tch like i’m danny gonzales

b-tch, you better call me a mob sp-wner
cause i’m throwing a party, that’s a pretty big offer
and your girl’s bringing friends along her
while i’m still alone like i’m alan walker

you could’ve kept and eye on your girl, you know?
cause me and her are going to mars, bruno
it’s all gone down to one, uno
how many b-tches do i really have? who knows?

(outro)

- n3onbrght

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