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letra de br!mstøne - therealkingdøm

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[verse: wavy t]
you ran outta luck
lyrics goin’ hit like a truck
don’t give a f-ck
black on my fit it got covered in blood
ice on my wrist we came up from the mud
smokin’ on chronic the pack got me stuck
i walk ’round the block b-tch i keep that thing tucked
call me a squirrel cuz im just tryna nut

okay

hit me a l!ck on your home
please do not f-ck with me n-gga i’m grown
all of these bullets go straight to your dome
she call me a dog cuz i just wanna bone

all of these groupies won’t leave me alone
why all my ex’s want hit up my phone
i’m in the boof smokin’ pack b-tch i’m blown
i pour a 4 up in my styrofoam aye

see a b-tch lookin’ bad on the avenue
i ain’t mad at you big booty bad att-tude
i’m a savage dude imma prove when i’m p-ssin’ you
big body whip like to zoom in the afternoon

n-ggas talk sh-t but they knew they was cappin’, øuu
i am too smooth with the fløw i’m sø masterful
rising up the ranks you a mo f-ckin’ casual
n-ggas talk sh-t thru the dash why you mad for?

stomp yo head in with timbs like n-gga what
i ain’t got nun to lose i could give a f-ck
still these n-ggas oøve to snooze but we comin’ up

[outro: kingdøm]
f-ck <3

- therealkingdom

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