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letra de wicked freestyle - pbg kemo

[produced by metro boomin’]

[intro]
metro boomin’ want some more, n-gga

[verse 1]
broad day, man down, boy that’s gang ‘nem
we call our dead opps the loud, shout out gang ‘nem
if you ain’t savage, get the f-ck around from gang ‘nem
treat him like a dirty boy, had to change him
had to clap him, bro ‘nem wacked him
now, he the dope, use a swisher sweet to wrap him
it ain’t a joke but i’m laughing cause we p-ssed him
and lil’ jj from get rich, i used to smack him

[verse 2]
that’s why get rich, we call ’em get b-tched
but we exposing them so they new name is ”get d-cks”
i got shot, right? but that don’t mean sh-t
they can’t talk now, so they -ss ain’t seeing sh-t
and i don’t know sh-t
f-ck twelve and the judge, on some hoe sh-t
no bail, free shotta, that’s my bro, b-tch
d-boy and prince, let my brothers go, b-tch
but until then i’ma keep k!lling sh-t
king pappy in my soul, i swear i feel this sh-t
and i remember bro was telling me the realest sh-t
so at the end of the day, y’all gon’ remember this
(gang, gang, gang, gang!)

[verse 3]
baby take it easy, had to stop her
i already got a mrs. ”not the bopper”
she call me ”daddy, don’t bop” and she my doctor
cause she fix a n-gga up real proper
and she savage, she will even hold my ratchet
throw that -ss back, i’ma catch it
i think y’all really got the message
so insane, free spazz out of jail, f-ck twelve
n-ggas fu, i can tell, ain’t sending money or no mail
but it’s straight f-ck n-ggas, boy, i’on trust n-ggas
and if i don’t f-ck with you than you’re a f-ck n-gga
broski said it and he meant it
i ain’t sober, b-tch i’m in it
it’s a start, i’m far from finished
i pack metal like a dentist

[verse 4]
so you can get fixed, while your b.m. getting d-cked
drop her off at the grave with bro nut all on her lip
that’s me, gang ‘nem, we savage and we t’d
splashing n-ggas with them hollows, scooping n-ggas off they feet
baby girl do it all, i ain’t even gotta cheat
and the gang we gon’ ball, guess that’s why we in the league
catch me posted with a gun in the trigger, lemon squeeze
with some static, then slide down on ashland, we can meet, n-gga

[outro]
you b-tch -ss n-gga, we can meet, f-ck you talm’ bout? i ain’t finna play with none of you n-ggas, man
b.i.p. pappy, man
b.i.p. mosey, man
3 p’z the f-cking mixtape, get in tune, man!
n-ggas snake

- pbg kemo

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