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letra de ifk - txny4staink

[verse 1 : cbk4]
i met him, thought he dissed the hood—he thought it was a game
i’m ifk, i catch a f-ggot n-gga, i’ma blow his face
40 shots from rollin’ crip, and yeah, i hate all stains
i chase him down, he screamin’ loud—he thought it was a game
jungle bashin’, catch a snot n-gga, and i’ma blow his face
i’m movin’ k, i catch a tramp and i’ma do cuh bad
slidin’ through the opps with a chop—the monkeys run like flash
i boogie down with hollow tips—why you don’t got a strap?
i’m smokin’ on them n-ggas that’s dissin’, they never had a strap
i walk him down on ifk—he thought it was a game
boogie down on blood, he dissed the hood—i had to make a name

[verse 2 : cbk4]
i been beatin’ on the opps, just to let you know
had to whoop a snot up in the school—n-gga had to go
5ive 2euce k, i catch a snoova, i’ma do cuh bad
had to slap that n-gga up, the next day madе him run it back
avenues, we walk ‘еm down with a switch attached
i’m bouncin’ out the whoop with 30 stick—yeah, i emptied that
had to watch my whereabouts, n-ggas turn too fast
was makin’ money moves—you got a bl!ck? yeah, i’m takin’ that
did that n-gga major die in my f-ckin’ wrap?

[verse 3 : txny4]
put a beam on the stick, gotta walk him down
they left white chalk around that n-gga—he can’t pop it now
told coach, “put me in,” i’m tryna dribble up
remember days bouncin’ out stolie, told ’em, “give it up”
it’s king bully crip, but b-tch, i’m from the avenues
i’m bouncin’ out the load, tryna chase a snoova out his shoes
freak b-tch shakin’ ass, told her, “toot it up”
i like the way she move it—on crip, had to grab her b-tt
me and facey in the stains, tryna shoot it up
40 shots slapped up on a snoova—twin did it up
blitzed the n-gga broad day—b-tch, ask about me
i torch n-ggas for fun—don’t got no bl!ck? can’t be around me

- txny4staink

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