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letra de i hate sapra! - saprapiii

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[chours]:

(say 10, les hear dis shi rell)

ay “sapra they gon k!ll you, you betta stop dissin nem” (ha ha, man wha)

tell dem nikkas f-ck em, man they kno dat they gon f-ckin die (man huh)

how you talkin shi like nun aint happen to yo fatha bro?

talkin bout you gonna slide you d-ckin dat sh-t down yo throat!

[verse1]:

cleanin up on phantom drop, youngin wit da drop top, ion give no fuc no mo these nikkas is sum f-ckin lies

talkin bout they gonna k!ll me dat shi was 2 weeks ago (f-ck yo time slide now)

these nikkas aint gon neva slide im hopin up and down dat door

talkin bout you k!llin me? like boy les gettit started bro

i be onna block wit da biggest grave diggers bro

i be onna block wit king shorty dem my bro’s

these nikkas be p-ssy they jus d-ckin dat shi down yo throat

[verse2]:

d-ckin dat shi down yo throat, like f-ck da industry they hoe’s
f-ck dem nikkas bloodline dem nikkas aint my f-ckin bro’s

how dem nikkas switch up fa sum money they sum f-ckin hoe’s

i hurd dat they was talkin on my name they tryna k!ll me bro

xinsanirex why you tell em k!ll me bro?

my nikka you aint mafia my nikka you’s a f-ckin hoe

you apart of lgbt nikka you a f-gget bro

talkin bout you k!llin me, my nikka you is real slo

i be onna block wit da biggest glocks these nikkas hoes

i be f-ckin nikkas b-tches they dont even f-ckin kno

i done slid thru da block d-ckin down they b-tch throat

i done slid thru da block wit da f-ckin choppas bro!

[interlude]:
wit da chops bro, wit da glocks bro

talk up onna nikka huh, lose yo life bro

done slid thru, wit da choppas bro

you speak on my name, you gon lose yo life bro

[verse3]:

ion f-ck wit big crip, but all my cousins crip (gdk)

how dat nikka post my song and kall it trash man you’s a b-tch

why you talkin h-lla krazy nikka ima blo yo sh-t

ima blo dat glock until it motha f-ckin cl!ck mhm

smokin on izzy uncle that nikka a f-ckin b-tch

how you lose a game & get shot man you’s a f-ckin b-tch

why these nikkas talkin but they stay wit they parents bro

these nikkas sum hoes i be d-ckin down they motha’s throats

how dat nikka post on motha day & tell ha f-ck ha mhm

i was f-ckin ha right up inna guttas huh

p-ssy nikka you aint got no f-ckin motha huh

das right she is dead like yo cousin huh

smokin on dat nene pack dat sh-t really hard

i be slidin thru da block without my f-ckin car

i be on my bike cycle cause they really p-ssy (ha ha ha)

these nikkas aint slidin these nikkas sum f-ckin ruckie’s

“sapra they gon k!ll you” nikka das a f-ckin lie

i be onna block wit da f-ckin choppas huh

boom boom, hear dat bl!cky sound das dat dada tone

i feel like “welcometotheunderground” dont like me bro

he be takin up fa kaizo hes a f-ckin hoe, (kaizo vs kids)

that nikka kno dat he is weird im d-ckin down his motha throat

in da guttas huh, wit da switches, yea im f-ckin on ya motha bro

[verse4]:

ha, man look man, its kinda krazy man, i been sayin “bro” dis whole song

i been dissin nikkas dat used to be my bro you feel me

so i gotta kall em bro 1 mo time

befo they die man, cause these nikkas kno man when sapra slide thru da block wit h-llchildz & king shorty nem, bd you kno what im sayin, ay aint n0body safe, we crooked around hea, these cops kinda crooked den me

out hea k!llin new born baby’s & stuff

in da strets man, dis shi krazy, man gang

- saprapiii

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