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letra de 7even 2 da 8ight - neikosamah

[intro: neikosamah]
aye, first and foremost i just wanna say shoutout to my young n-ggas in [?]
none of yall p-ssy ass n-ggas in this competition can hold me and my n-gga yusuf
so i suggest yall n-ggas just quit right the f-ck now
and with that being said, aye yusuf, come here bruh

[verse 1: yusuf7n & neikosamah]
big 7seven in this b-tch (n-gga!)
and you know i’m uppin’ six (figures!)
money talkin’ and you know they ain’t with us
rockin’ christian so you know i ain’t sinnin’
7ng n-gga on my back
turning these goofy n-ggas to a pack
b-tch, you a lame n-gga, that’s a fact
n-ggas insane thinking they could rap
7ng, we the kids of this sh-t
any n-gga talking, put a beam on his sh-t
and the way he walking, n-gga know he a l!ck
and the way he walking, boy he know he a b-tch (d-mn!)
reppin’ the mo’f-ckin’ 8eight
my young n-gga [?] know he reppin’ la
got twenty one savages up in the drac’
banana clips on us, my n-ggas some apеs
switching it up on these n-ggas like chris
i’m donе with the wock, imma pour me some tris
glock to his lips its gon’ give him a.. (hol on!)
glock to his lips its gon’ give him a kiss! (ayo)
[verse 2: neikosamah, yusuf7n, & soulja boy]
she like the way that i talk my sh-t
its 7ng when we walk in this b-tch
she riding the wave like its lilo and stich
got some racks in a duffel, my pockets gon’ rip
pass it to neiko i need the assist
got this glock in my right hand, you know i don’t miss
f-ck the diamonds lil’ b-tch, i got p-ss on my wrists (uh)
take your b-tch to my crib and she sucking my.. (okay!)
b-tch! i say f-ck school, imma trap
i’m finna switch up like a trans
hittin’ the cheese, n-gga, like a rat
i’m finna blow up, like iraq
say he get b-tches, boy i got a couple
shawty was feining, make her foot start shuffling
how you a trap, n-gga, with no d-ck? (huh?)
you ain’t him, n-gga you’s a b-tch
look in my pocket, nothing but the racks
look in my pocket, nothing but the bag
put down the bl!ck, n-gga throw them hands
i got that b-tch sweating like a dam
[?] the game while i talk about poles
you is a b-tch, n-gga, on my soul
taking your sh-t, that’s my main goal
walk in your trap n-gga had your b-tch
b-tch, you could tell that i got the racks on me in a safe by the way i walk
you could tell that i got your b-tch kissing on my face by the way i talk
you could tell that i got a big cuban, if you reach, n-gga, then you shot
you can tell that i’m going up, if a n-gga hate then [?]
its the big 8eight, i let the glock choose a n-gga fate
n-ggas is bums, all they do is hate
i ain’t no brit, n-gga, f-ck a mate
packin’ the stick but its not [?]
packin’ my b-tch she here for the throat
i found [?]
your b-tch is from philly but she finna hump (yeah, yeah)
how you gon’ talk, n-gga, when you broke?
how you gon’ talk when you got no hoes?
how you gon’ talk when you got no poles?
how you gon’ talk, n-gga i just ghost
one wrong move, you get put in a casket
dropping my [?] but you know imma blast it
n-ggas talk crazy, we letting ’em have it
i’ll take a flight to a b-tch named jannet
[outro: dreamybull]
(i’m ’bout to cum, ooohhh! oooooooohhhhhh! f-ck! oh, oh!!)

- neikosamah

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