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letra de talk my shit - the deadly youngan

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they say that i lost like n-gga you wasn’t even there and the f-ck n-gga didn’t record sh-t
that n-gga talked sh-t paid the cost i got his ass tossed he lucky i ain’t pull out that bl!ck
these n-ggas be b-tches like frosty the motherf-cking snowman im a happy soul with this bl!ck
i stay with them switches like my dead opps graveyard b-tch i get on the mic and i spit
know i been him i been in the drought k!lling sh-t with no doubt because he took my toy mouse
ain’t gone k!ll him just knock his ass out take him to my house and show that f-ck n-gga what im bout
gaven lucky i ain’t shoot him in his mouth too many n-ggas around and n-ggas snitch for a motherf-cking crown
like a tire i stay airing out my b-tch getting mad cause i told her she f-ck with mе for clout
lil j4 got hit in his head i stole his d-mn meds hе went crazy and ended up dead
like panera i stay with the bread like a green screen see red he crashed out and layed in his bed
he died in his bed no life support like the end of a pencil i filled mari with led
i beat gaven ass what he said he shouldn’t have been talking then i had his ass right where the dead
yall stay talking sh-t like yall gangster until i pull up like hitman k!ll you and yo dad
im black pulling up in all black got this gun yea its black tryna shoot a f-ck n-gga in his ass
he talking like he really get back gone get his sh-t smacked imma lay his ass down in the grass
my gun big as f-ck like my sack its in yo b-tch back tryna leave that f-ck n-gga on the sh-t bag
i stay with the switch no attack up the hill like i’m jack tell the opps f-ck them n-ggas its that
dont mention my name in no @‘s roll you up like crack and give yo stupid ass to the black
catch a n-gga we gone drown him like kodak and leave that n-gga dead body on a f-cking towel rack
i stay with the strap and you know that i stay with a motherf-cking apple cause i stay with this mac
i look like a mechanic i stay with this switch
thirty five talking sh-t shoot him with this bl!ck
he riding through east side got hit
shoot him in his d-ck and make him scream like my bad b-tch
that f-ck n-gga died tryna swim with that fish
that f-ck n-gga died tryna make a d-mn diss
yo dog out here smelling like motherf-cking p-ss
shoot him in his d-ck and have him doing splits
i put that lil b-tch in the bed f-ck watching a movie put my d-ck in that b-tch chip and dip
he googling a lot bout gangsters looking on the net he dont know the first thing bout crip
i think his ass special ed cause jit mind ain’t straight that lil f-ck boy ass g-y as sh-t
that b-tch got a fast ass but she g-y and smell like ass b-tch smell like a n-gga armpits
tell these n-ggas they ain’t like that ethan keep making them disses imma hit that f-ck n-gga his face
crack his his head like a egg like a vase humpty dumpty that n-gga if he dont move out the way
like c-food b-tch im tryna jelly ya biscuit with this drac leave pb&j all in yo bones and yo lace
made you trip on yo way to death the heaven place
i never shoot back swear to god im a b-tch
i never fight back i really ain’t sh-t
lil zay copped the rarri and got his ass zipped
lil leeke was driving got hit with these mits
deadly youngan was sitting got shot in his sh-t
im really a b-tch swear to god im a b-tch
i run from the danger when i shoot im gone miss
i play gta only time i shoot bl!cks
he riding wit jay nem gone get his ass shot
we dont f-ck with no teddy bears we clutching on glocks
we dont listen to jdot that lil boy is a opp
if you listen to jdot swear to god you get popped
i shoot back at n-ggas ion shoot at you first
you dont wanna be a opp my opps in the dirt
you dont wanna get shot swear to god its gone hurt
these 762’s be putting in work
think you shooting at me must be out of yo mind
i catch yo lil hoe put this d-ck in her spine
she like d-ck from front but love it from behind
better get emptying clips you running out time
my opps to the left but my mind ain’t right
tell jdot when i catch him swear to god its on sight
b-tch i ain’t tryna die stay prepared for a flight
he blind as a b-tch all he see is the light
im blind as a b-tch all i see is this pipe
when i catch him like a pencil this choppa gone write
ynw my friend like b-tch i just might
run him down in his sleep like is he ight
you think you a gangster till i lay yo ass down
he can’t make no sound he dead in the ground
this choppa shoot rounds leave yo ass in the pound
with them dogs tryna find a f-ck boy to hawk down
all my opps either dead or in jail they burning h-ll and i really dont give two f-cks
that b-tch said what send shots to his b-tt you been knew whats up leave his ass outta luck
these n-ggas be talking like they really gone do something until i put his ass in my truck
b-tch imma leave yo ass in that graveyard for the motherf-ckers who slumped
its about eleven thirty pm when i hop out the cut and get to bussing at ku
stop commenting on my sh-t talm bout jdot better the next victim could be you
drag him in the sewers like im pennywise in the rain like n-gga youll float too
these n-ggas know im not the one to f-ck with i put dracos on yo crew
i pull up to the doctors where my opps at tryna leave a n-gga with the flu
these n-ggas know im rolling with this k tryna film a n-gga like im drew
the news pull up with choppas in yo face you finna be famous who
oh yea yo ass gone be famous when we put yo b-tch ass on youtube

- the deadly youngan

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