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letra de 069 - smylez

[chorus: smylez]
aikiville, b-tch, we on one
va laka vai like we on one
069 where i come from
if you sneak diss, you a dumb f-ck
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up

[verse 1: smylez]
i f-ck with d block, that’s folk ‘nem
i f-ck with block burna, that’s folk ‘nem
wuga world, brick squad, that’s folk ‘nem (yeah)
get – get ya sh-t split wide open!
b-tches doing dinos
call up puerto rico
he gon’ shoot torpedoes
blow your -ss to rio
call up dez and k!lla
leave your body by the riverside
every sh-ll got a cape on it
we let bullets fly
in memory of aiki, i smoke dope, i sip lean
h-llo, good evening, my blunt thick as string beans
i call up my n-gga t, he poke your -ss for your diamond rings
die l’s or fly sh-lls, it’s f-ck you if it’s f-ck me (smylez)

[verse 2: p. rico]
this is aiki world and we livin’ in it (aiki)
wh—where the stain at? i bet the guys hit it (kick a door)
you better get down or it’s man down
we knock your -ss down, ambulance sounds
a hundred guns through that gangway
we shoot a n-gga down in broadday
it’s brick squad, yeah, we got them choppers
we knock a n-gga down, they need the doctors
cpdk for them coppers
d—die l’s, yeah, for them oppers
d block, yeah, we scary monsters
we leave them n-ggas stinkin’ like a dumpster (let’s get it!)

[verse 3: 069 dez]
069 for them k!llers and drillers
put cash on your head, i can get you delivered
this .45 i’m shootin’ got aim and precision
i caught his -ss lackin’, i trunk him, he missin’
big move with a drum roll
play the dumb role, then it’s gun smoke
069 where i come from
you can get cooked, well done
ten racks for a ransom
kidnap you and your grandson
you know i keep that hammer
n-ggas better off fightin’ cancer

[verse 4: tony blancka]
you know blancka keep them big pole
turn a n-gga straight to a dancer
i’m a young n-gga, said, “f-ck school!”
gettin’ money’s the answer
i ain’t got a job, so it’s rap or rob
gotta find a way to get these racks up
racks got me saggin’, momma told me pull my pants up (pants up)
yeaaah, i’m leanin’ all the time
yeaaah, b-tch, i’m 069

[chorus: smylez & king dre]
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up (blatt!)
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up (okay!)
(yeaaah) b-tch, i’m 069 ’til the world blow up (king dre)

[verse 5: king dre]
die l’s for lamron
b-tch, i’m 069
shout out to the block ‘nem
i swear to god, them n-ggas ridin’
fto to you p-ssy n-ggas
i swear to god, them p-ssies dyin’
catch his -ss lackin’ and it’s crackin’
ain’t no savin’ ’em (blatt!)
i’m going in, i’m going dumb
on the i, b-tch, it’s been one
d block come, we drill sh-t
we shooting sh-t for f-ckin’ fun
i’m off the sh-t, my face numb
she on my d-ck, but with her face, son
she doing tricks, she doing d-cks
she gave the team a rotation
aikiville or no ‘ville
no will, b-tch, you get drilled
i’m rolling high as f-ck, f-ck
look, i ain’t even pop a pill
but rico did and he got the steel
with a 30 on it and that b-tch is real
go run up, tell me how it feel!
we gon’ drop his -ss, leave him in the field

- smylez

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