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letra de pain (ffny freestyle) - sosa g (ny)

[verse]
like he tried to creep in that v, let it spark
lotta opps that got clapped in that park
you ain’t runnin’ from me, you ain’t gettin too far
pass to brodie, he ‘oot thru’ the dark
he tried to run and got hit wit’ the car
and jeff got beat on the bus
he got punched, he got beat up for fun
n-ggas know my bop, i ain’t goin’ for nun’
n-ggas p-ssy, all they do is run
if i catch me a gz, put him in the trunk
lil’ aj a b-tch and ain’t come out those gates
n-gga p-ssy, movin’ really g-y
lil’ dellz he was runnin’
nay blixk tried to play
throw five, almost hit up his face
n-gga lucky it was broad day
the boys on my body, get low on the jakes
drop the rakes, b-tch i’m big gdk
and we smokin’ on mali, got shot in his face
ask the line if i rеally play
ever spin rv tryna play a game?
say “what’s stakkin’?”, i’ma take his facе
oh they linked wit’ the wokks? i’ma blitz both ways
call up zhound for the hounds, i’ma spray
on bro, ion’ play no games
how the f-ck did you spin 68? n-ggas know i’m outside everyday
the last n-gga tried and got left on his face
and now we smoke him everyday
n-ggas know that it’s still free the gang
we caught k5, now he movin’ real strange
the opp n-ggas b-tt, ain’t makin’ no strains
caught him lackin’ now he in a frame
n-ggas diss and they really some lames
call m3, he come flock at his brain
n-gga p-ssy, we made him a stain
free bro, he really insane
try to push up, he might take your face
that boy so fast, thought it was a race
nah, n-gga we ain’t come to play
then we out downtown, spark up on the nay
fnok, we gon’ spin all day
lil’ jah you p-ssy, got beat on the train
why n-ggas say we do not put in pain?
it’s still [?] fast, we gon’ bend thru’ the rain
wit’ a couple of k’s, tryna up it and spray
lil’ jdot a b-tch, all he did was skate
when he seen me, he was in a race
and jeff got shot, he got hit in his brain
catch a savv, i’m not playin’ no games
c blitz you a b-tch, you coulda been a strain
n-gga p-ssy, i’m really insane
and if i get booked i won’t fold on the gang
the 5z keep on rattin’, them n-ggas is lame
lil’ lefty a b-tch, he was runnin’ away
call up lil’ odot, you know he gon’ spray
then we back to the 4z to go smoke wit’ the tr3ys
n-gga seen me, went back in them gates
cause they know what i do to they gang
in the ride, n-gga ion’ play
catch vine shots, throw shots at his face
she a thot, wanna f-ck on the gang
call adxt, brodie put in pain
flock him down, put that boy in his lane
dumbass boy, now he in my strain
[outro]
glah glah boom, n-gga
suck my d-ck

- sosa g ny

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