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letra de ruthless barrage - notorious killaa

k!llin what you sayin’ too
k!llin’ what you know and do
coming for your f-cking family now
i’m the man

sayin’ what you doing when i’m k!lling your f-cking
i’m taking her in two
yea
i got the nether and i’m k!lling with my blade
i got him calling colon axe, yeah
better saying, when i’m calling the packs yeah
i call you, i eat you, when they call it a mid-day snack too
then i eat the f-cking rest of these f-cking lunches, leaches
and peaches
yea, i’m calling snakes and i’m popping the head off
and i call em’ your way, (yea)
they say em everyday
they say i’m too late with the bread with the spay

no when i’m k!llin it too
ya’ll f-ckers wouldn’t even get on my level because
i’m higher than you. (yeah)
you better sit your ass back down before you
ever talk again
now shut your mouth before i f-cking cut your head off again (ooo)
now would you give it to me now? (yeah)
i’m the k!ller with the south with the f-cking now-
you better watch when i’m going, i’m k!lling, i’m making
i’m going, i’m calling the f-cking siracha too
no one ever ask for you, not to be boring to
not to be late, not to be wait
now i got to f-cking do it to
i’m spreading her legs out (moans)
i’m getting in the p-ssy today
it’s getting all bl–dy too
you call it wet, i call it the south of my brains
i call it my happy place too
now i’m getting it going
i’m going, i’m singing
she bending over, backwards too
i’m sticking it in your motherf-cker
better be drying it again
now let me get a cam too
now never say a too
pardon the peace, nah pardon the lease too
i’m saying, i’m k!lling everyone in the room too
cops don’t even know where i belong
yea i’m wanted in my six counties
600 bounties
yea, i’m going, i’m k!lling
i’m making it to, no one asked for your motherf-cking
had to even talk to
talking to a king, a pin king too
now i’m k!lling you motherf-ckers every which way too
i call it a spray, i call it a day, i call it what i may
now i’m going, now i’m k!lling, i’m making every which way
everything i’m doing, i’m working for the devil
but the devil is working for me
we work for each other
now i’m spraying the pee
no-one ever need the f-ckers to listen to
i got the devil, angeled wings on my back too (yeah)
going k!lling, i’m suprising these motherf-ckers too
i’m a d.a.m.o.n
you better watch me, i got the demolition instead
i got the f-cking the rockets
i got the rpg, too
you better see me when i’m wishing you
to the ground and when i’m saying you out
i’m scaring you out, i’m scaring you out of my places
my crib too
yea, you try to come and steal
well let me going and i’m k!lling you to
i’m driving you home and i’m saying get out of the way
then i’m putting you to the back of the car
we’re driving 600 miles to the f-cking day

- notorious killaa

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