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letra de catch a kill [sped up] - summrs

[intro]
n-ggas sendin’ threats through a text message and sh-t
tryna send hoes to follow us and f-ck on me and every one of my n-ggas
thought they set a n-gga up like a n-gga just stupid or somethin’ (haha)
ha, same b-tch, them same fingers you used to type that sh-t, b-tch (fah)
make sure (fah, fah) they be the same fingers that squeeze that b-tch when you see me (bah)
fah, bow
bird business

[chorus]
up in that muhf-ckin’ stolo with a f-ckin’ cutter on me, he’s a no-show
send my partner to flip your ass, to send your ass where you don’t wanna go
this b-tch giving me dumb throat, this b-tch giving me dumb throat
catch that b-tch, wе gon’ dump bro
rip on his ass and roll his bro
p-ssy-ass n-gga don’t know me, we could go rack-for-rack ’cause i’m rеally rich
f-ck all that lil’ p-ssy sh-t and that silly sh-t, gon’ catch a k!ll

[verse]
and the drank came sealed, i could buy my deal (my deal)
i don’t got my glock concealed (uh-uh), so you know it’s hot in here (hot in here)
she like how my watch appear (appear), see it through the rear-view mirror (view mirror)
tryna keep the snakes from ’round here (’round here)
most of the time, gone off pills
most of the time, i’m under the influence
you know i talk that cheese real fluent (yeah)
you know these racks, yeah, i’m pursuing (yeah, huh)
this bird business, we never losin’ (bird business)
i’m with mbm murder gang (murder gang)
and that ar came with a coolin’
remember that b-tch called me her chooser
now that b-tch callin’ me zaddy
remember used to rock caddies, now it’s s560 4matic
this cartier getting old, i think it’s time to go patek
keep me a f-ckin’ baddie, each got a fatty, clutchin’ my plastic
money d-mn near elastic, check my fashion, louis my fabrics (my fabric, yeah)
emilio pucci my jacket, keep that ratchet part of my fashion (pucci, pop, huh)
cartier buff glasses, too much racks start madness (yeah)
[chorus]
up in that muhf-ckin’ stolo with a f-ckin’ cutter on me, he’s a no-show
send my partner to k!ll his ass, to send his ass where you don’t wanna go
this b-tch giving me dumb throat, this b-tch giving me dumb throat
catch that boy, we gon’ dump bro
rip on his ass and roll his bro
p-ssy-ass n-gga don’t know me, we could go rack-for-rack ’cause i’m really rich
f-ck all that lil’ p-ssy sh-t and that silly sh-t (go do a drill)

- summrs

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