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letra de hong kong royalty - skibs

[intro]
you are now listening to hong kong’s finest (huh?)
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine—
skibs
[?] east meets west

[chorus]
took his b-tch, i don’t feel no guilt
got my finger on the trigger, other hand on a mil’
ridin’ through the east and my lil shorty mixed
so her titties from malaysia and her booty from brazil
paper on the way now, motherf-cker, will you chill?
park the foreign by the temple and i f-ck her on a tilt
white boy pop a collar, pop a p-ssy, pop pills
and my grandma really tell me i look like my pops still

[verse 1]
moved back to the hood, gotta deal with ops still
man, they saved my f-ckin’ life, feel like, “f-ck the cops still”
thеy all tried to stop me, sorry, i’ma pop still, ayy
pull the f-ck up on mе, p-ssy, i’ma pop steel, ayy
petty motherf-ckers tryna tell me how to live
be that motherf-cker from beginning to the end
had to take some time just to think ’bout where i been
they been tryna push me abck to who they saw me as a kid, uh
ain’t no tellin’ what i might do with the pen
’cause we really got some homies facing life in the pen
who i used to be is someone i won’t be again
they been tryna block me, they been tryna box me in, that’s why
[chorus]
took his b-tch, i don’t feel no guilt
got my finger on the trigger, other hand on a mil’
ridin’ through the east and my lil shorty mixed
so her titties from malaysia and her booty from brazil
paper on the way now, motherf-cker, will you chill?
park the foreign by the temple and i f-ck her on a tilt
white boy pop a collar, pop a p-ssy, pop pills
grandma really tell me i look like my pops still

[verse 2]
he plant flowers in the garden, we plant shots on his head
you at dinner with the scholars while i pull up with the crips
moved back to the hood, gotta deal with ops still
man, they saved my f-ckin’ life, feel like, “f-ck the cops still”
everything went wrong, that’s how it went, kid
they been crackin’ jokes on me while i been sick
i just blew a hunnid racks and my bank account still stacked
see the world different when you want it front to back
and i hit that from the back when i’m in that slip and stide
full-time on my d-ck, she a nanny on the side
they did me f-ckin’ dirty, i can’t wait until they die
i’m a livin’ legend, that’s the difference between you and i
and besides, i ain’t met someone i can’t look in the eye
you ain’t on your f-ckin’ word, dawg, you livin’ a lie
new king of new york; play with me, that’s suicide
and i ain’t heard a f-ckin’ word you said, sorry, b-tch, i’m high, ayy
[chorus]
took his b-tch, i don’t feel no guilt
got my finger on the trigger, other hand on a mil’
ridin’ through the east and my lil shorty mixed
so her titties from malaysia and her booty from brazil
paper on the way now, motherf-cker, will you chill?
park the foreign by the temple and i f-ck her on a silk
white boy pop a collar, pop a p-ssy, pop pills
grandma really tell me i look like my pops still

- skibs

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