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letra de sk - sob

[intro]
(reuel stop playing with these n-ggas)

[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n-gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p-ssy up and keep on f-cking ’til the bed break
your n-gga paperwork look like a essay (n-gga)
i’m the boss around this b-tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d-mn drake
i know n-ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 1: slimmy b]
young dog was moving too fast and caught a fed case
police still k!lling n-ggas that’s a d-mn shame
really in the trenches with them wolves and them d-mn apes
catch a sucka, i ain’t got no mask hit ‘еm bare face
lipped out on a p-ssy n-gga madе his legs shake
i can’t f-ck with certain n-ggas, they too d-mn fake
my n-gga poppin’ pills like he got a headache
crest n-gga we ain’t f-cking with no d-mn snakes
i wish my n-gga was alive n-gga rip tu
my young n-gga keep that fire and the bip too
this 43 a gen 5 not no gen 2
throw a stick up on the 9 and a switch too n-gga
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n-gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p-ssy up and keep on f-cking ’til the bed break
your n-gga paperwork look like a essay (n-gga)
i’m the boss around this b-tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d-mn drake
i know n-ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 2: daboii]
young wild n-gga, b-tch i’m turnt up
pay attention when i talk, you will learn somethin’
lying saying that that p-ssy mine, you got the nerve woman
how the f-ck you trapping out that p and you ain’t served nothing
i’ll pull up to the neck n-gga no gang
bro pull up to the p-wn shop with yo’ chain
put a bullet in his whip, give him road rage
my brother want them n-ggas dead, i told him okay
and we can play it how you want, let’s get it popping n-gga
don’t make me catch an attitude and get to popping n-ggas
you look at the tab, me? i just buy it, we be shopping different
i got my toes out for today but i’ll still sock a n-gga
i don’t care who n-ggas with, i got a hundred sh-lls
i’m still outside i never left, no i don’t tuck a tail
i put them fortunes in the whip ’cause i don’t f-ck with 12
heard y’all be f-cking with them people, boy ya’ll something else
b-tch
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n-gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p-ssy up and keep on f-cking ’til the bed break
your n-gga paperwork look like a essay (n-gga)
i’m the boss around this b-tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d-mn drake
i know n-ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t (bands ain’t)

- sob

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