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letra de killface - starker

[verse 1: starker]
you know a n-gga cuba goodin’ the hood
you see me by the deli, i makaveli my n-gga
you had forgot ya memory
you drink a lotta henny
you think you really gully, you move a lotta products
from winter through the summer
maybe i’m 750 minus 29 gettin jiggy
might just throw my timbalands on and run up through ya city
i use to f-ck with 50s, guess who’s ack
tape get them facts straight
i leave ya shorty in bad shape
ayo i got one hundred and sixty cousins that’s strictly official thuggin’
illicit substance, f-ck instrumentals like i really love them
takin’ shots like it’s fragrant, you f-ckin’ a double agent
devil rockin’ prada, the god a rock polo usa sh-t
intimidatin’ the dj for track accommodations
smokin’ uganda marijuana up in ya mother’s bas-m-nt
you made a lotta money, you almost went to prison
you lie like judas ascariate, who the f-ck you kidding’

[verse 2: spitgemz]
plug ’em and his mother with him if she with him when i get ’em
nothing like revenge on a sucker who thought that you’d forget him
you popped a lot of sh-t, you said you had some hammers
claimed a set but i heard they ran you up out the ‘bamas
false flaggin, i rock ’em bothlike double dragon
and don’t n0body say sh-t ’cause i’m a fvckin basket
dreadnok on the road to my goals
i stopped blowing dough on dro and started copping gold
for the love of the element, your shorty could relish in
she saw it, said it belongs on the face of an elephant
you spend a lot of time thinking ’bout what’s mine
your heart, your block, your style, i thi k you’ll be fine
i did a lot of teaching, dealt with a lot of heathens
and i don’t knock no man but boy i’ll knock your t–th in
rock you out your sneakers, for tryna sneak a g*nius
you just copped a hook from allah and sixteen from g*nius
i dont pardon heathens, i put a part in weasels
pardon while i park this p-ssy and we can spark the demon
starker beamed it with the hash now i’m walter bishop
sh-tting on hawkins physics in an alt dimension and my lab coat too clean
name a pair of shoes, i had those, fvck you mean?
mad dough on shoe strings
i do things in mood swings, might cop a new ring
to decorate the finger i be using on your boo thing

- starker

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