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letra de only us shit (cypher) - only us clique

(retrolfe intro)
ay, ay, ay
only us in this b-tch
volume one right-right xios?
yeah, yeah, yeah

(retrolfe verse one)
chilling wit xios
i’m that negro
squad deep, sub-zero
kick your d-mn throat
b-tch on my d-ck
holy sh-t she wanna deep throat
oh san andres, on these n-ggas got the cheat codes (uh)
she suck on my d-ck like candy
in the club, i’m sippin’ on brandy
ou, yeah plan b
f-ckin’ that b-tch, my bad
big chopper from trinidad
d-mn, trinidad james (uh)
coated my neck and my wrists ay
ain’t no game
got this chopper on me
got big aim
f-ck you mean
first degree murder b-tch i’m not playin’
quit playin’
run up on them n-ggas
squad deep like bandits
understand i’ll pop you like a xanax
n-gga i’m the man (d-mn)
(d3fo verse two)
really on some rager sh-t
i’m mobbin’ wit’ the misfits
f-ckin’ wit’ my gang
and wе the type to get yo’ wig split
i don’t givе a f-ck about a b-tch i’m on some rich sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch i gave her rich d-ck
geeking off the addy and that x gon’ do the rest
f-cking pockets got some muscle that’s a different kind of flex
big steppers in here
all mine shine like veneers’
got a bad b-tch from the valley
let me f-ck in the mirror
got ’em tweakin’ out they mind
is that your girl or she mine
got me feeling like sub-zero
put fatality on her spine
ain’t no cap sh-t i ain’t lyin’
got a spread eagle, i’m flyin’
got me movin’ like a chaser
say it’s go time and i’m slidin’

(poniboycurtis verse three)
to be honest i don’t give a f-ck about your feelings
give me young pride and i come back to life
can’t give sympathy don’t feel sh-t
so that sh-t just isn’t right
as if we comin’ through to k!ll sh-t
with the reaper, man my brother he the realist n-gga livin’ (yeah)
we got the drop
roll up the window we hatchin’ to plot (yeah)
sippin’ srirachas, so i can’t even rock tryna look for a spot (uh)
act like you out there for rich n-gga d-ck when i know you are not
i’m only attracted to money and loyalty don’t need a thot (uh)
splish-splash
i’m on yo’ ass wit’ the force like taz (mm)
we makin’ a movie, jim carrey my n-ggas pull up in the mask
it tastes like a smoothie, my d-ck in her mouth, but it’s not up for grabs
don’t mind that they f-ckin’ wit me, but they wasn’t before i just laugh (ha)
(iamxios verse four)
ay
real jit like i’m certified (ay)
got the gang wit’ me who down to ride (yuh)
got a staring problem so watch yo’ eyes (okay)
cause this scope on me got precision sight
ay
cube him up like a rubix
run up on me lookin’ foolish
dirty f-cker like he sewage
choke hold turned him blueish
8 piece now he pukin’
passed out in his muckus
bl–dy bottoms no bullsh-t
you ain’t hard who you foolin’ ay
uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
chop it up
chop it up
chop it up
i’m rockin’ that f-ck boy who talkin’ tough
goin’ up wit’ my clique, no one hard as us
when i hop on the stage get it poppin’ off
break
static fists to his face
more bands than in a bank
push bodies like it’s a rave
popped off, top off, cobain

- only us clique

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