letra de kindagothic - untiljapan
saint in this muhf-cka
(chorus)
i showed my gang what i did, h-ll yeah they all going schizo
i was down bad, had to get some
now we eating steak and did some
baby girl i’m having racks in ?
if i wanna cop it i don’t play nun
dressing kinda gothic but it’s not a topic
got my shoes i’m rocking yes i payed for ’em
and these sticks in the air like ?
it’s okay ’cause we shoot at ’em folks
b-tch is so bad and ?
ask my b-tch but keep it on that low
’cause she know these n-ggas do be hoes
always talking never keep it closed
dripped my b-tch and none of it was clothes
getting rich and this is what i chose
(verse 1)
free all the gang freeze the gang on me i am thе coldest
n-ggas on ?
ex’ out the glocks and ’em sticks yеah we tote ’em
i got some glocks in this b-tch yeah she hold ’em
dropping my nuts on yo b-tch yeah she hold ’em
put my bros on yo b-tch and she rolled ’em
trust a ho i can’t do it, can’t fold up
my bro ? he just pour up
you in love with a thot, i could throw up
in this sh-t like a gang i just go up
she gon’ ? had to grow up and go up
everyone around me pour 4’s in they soda
b-tch i am the one and the only like yoda
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if you don’t know me then b-tch i don’t know ya
(chorus)
i showed my gang what i did, h-ll yeah they all going schizo
i was down bad, had to get some
now we eating steak and did some
baby girl i’m having racks in ?
if i wanna cop it i don’t play nun
dressing kinda gothic but it’s not a topic
got my shoes i’m rocking yeah i payed for ’em
and these sticks in the air like ?
it’s okay ’cause we shoot at ’em folks
b-tch is so bad and ?
ask my b-tch but keep it on that low
’cause she know these n-ggas do be hoes
always talking never keep it closed
dripped my b-tch and none of it was clothes
getting rich and this is what i chose
(verse 2)
racks, racks, racks, racks, racks fall on my pants lil b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ this bad lil b-tch
she calling me dad lil b-tch
i brought her from rags thru riches
i ain’t even bag this b-tch i ain’t spend a tag on a b-tch
but i dropped a bag on my stick
spinning back with my f-cking clique
hit him in his back he walking wit’ a limb
b-tch we spinning back and hit that boy again
acting like a oppa tryna be my friend
bullets in his face fill him up with lead
empty out the case he can’t feel his legs
we can’t leave the case til’ he f-ckin’ dead
f-ck another case talking to a fed
we done painted the neighborhood red
(chorus)
i showed my gang what i did, h-ll yeah they all going schizo
i was down bad, had to get some
now we eating steak and did some
baby girl i’m having racks in ?
if i wanna cop it i don’t play nun
dressing kinda gothic but it’s not a topic
got my shoes i’m rocking yeah i payed for ’em
and these sticks in the air like ?
it’s okay ’cause we shoot at em folks
b-tch is so bad and ?
ask my b-tch but keep it on that low
’cause she know these n-ggas do be hoes
always talking never keep it closed
dripped my b-tch and none of it was clothes
getting rich and this is what i chose
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