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letra de itachi - prod. 1o

(ahhhhhhh)
[verse 1: smokingskul]
k!lled my own dad like itachi (dad!) (yeah)
masked [?] dr.fauci
n-ggas tryna take my flow, and they copy (yeah)
b-tch i keep a chopped cheese, i be moving ocky (yeah)
glock came from overseas
christopher reeves, they can’t stop me
[?] your b-tch like i’m rocky
we got- we got ar’s for your posse
i get [?]
b-tch i’m swedish, not a n-z- (grehhh)
(yuh)

[verse 2: duecetwin!]
you-you-you a silly hoe
why you in your feelings hoe?
he-h-ll yeah they k!ll your bro
what you gon’ do bout’ it though?
lil bro i got plenty hoes
eeny, meeny, miny, moe. (haha)
the-these n-ggas broke they pockets so flat
r-ran up, got his soul sn-tched
you can’t get your soul back
dumb ass n-gga ran up with his smoke
he got his skull cracked
7.62 go through doors, f-ck your scat pack
[verse 3: smokingsul]
(grehhh)
yuh
we got glock for your gang, we got glock for your crew
tryna run up on me?
we gon show you what we do (aye)
fn’s in the trunk
straight-edge [?]
tryna run up we gon’ put you in a dump
tryna run up he a sh-tter
like arthur don’t f-ck with knitters
keep that stick like master splinter
mama ain’t raise no b-tch
mama ain’t raise no quitter
all i wear is archive, not no urban outfitters (b-tch!)
(fsss, gang) (grehhh)

[verse 4: duecetwin!]
my-my n-ggas [?]
n-gga want smoke? we doing him bad
you-you don’t got no bag (heh)
li-lil bro get a bag quick
im tryna f-ck this bad b-tch
you-you can’t f-ck that bad b-tch
you-you don’t got no money bro
that’s why you sad n-gga
n-gga keep on talking down
your toe gon’ have a tag n-gga
n-n-no i do not wanna hear your song
that sh-t is trash n-gga
n-n-no i do not wanna hear your song
that sh-t is trash n-gga

- prod 1o

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