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letra de walked in - xl (rap)

[intro:]
yo yo yo man, that’s all i’m saying bro
we out here k!lling careers you out here k!lling yourself bro, that’s all i’m saying
bro, you’re really out here k!lling yourself, fam, that’s all you’re doing
that’s all yo’re doing fam, you’re just k!lling yourself bro

[verse 1: xl]
you ain’t sh-t but a stain, where’s the bleach?
i’m a fiend for the fame, you a lame on the beat
where your right hand man? i got three at least
you think you eating kid? then i’m ’bout to feast
it’s doughbois b-tch know we run this sh-t
you a broke boy thinking that i’m not a quit
i got diss after diss, you make wish after wish
your -ss so poor can’t fix up a dish
i remember having no one that would flock for me
if anybody ask yeah i got glocks for heat
he gets close to cheap, but no goodwill
man you need a good pill like pepto bismol
probably get cuffed from a buck on the low-low
wanna go toe to toe, you would be a no show
the way i rhyme flows i’m like h20
the way you drop hoes, who doesn’t know
if you wanna toss hands then you better have a plan
i got two, you got one, leave you left for dead
saying who i hit on the track o-dan
you a simple mistake, your dad should’ve used protection
peddle from the b-tches though i act so cynical
going hard in the bars ’til i can’t no more, woah
rest in peace bankroll
signing out xl, here from chicago, aye

- xl rap

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