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letra de deadeye - yg kronik

why would i wanna come to miami
all you got is fake coke, fake titties, and fake hoes
i got my girl in the car, you ain’t even got one in your room
take those bucks that you steal from the f-cks you work with

into your tomb, cause you’re dying tonight, fool
why would i wanna come to miami
all you got is fake coke, fake titties, and fake hoes
i got my girl in the car, ooh, you ain’t got one in your room

take those bucks that you steal into your tomb
we working hard, you just trying to sabotage
this is the end of your career right here
this is the coup de grace

yeah
where’d he think he’d end up?
f-ckin that b-tch smudge her makeup
ball out on these boys, feeling like the lakers
feelin like im next up yeah
feelin like i’ll make it yeah
she said that she taken? yeah
i might have to take her yeah

lil garfield
chattin to highdownlo? thats a mine field
other boy dissin, does he think enough time has k!lled?
i cannot f-ck w these boys they toxic
he say he dissed but he ain’t he jus cap
“h0m-cidal” too, is that why you a rat?
yeah you talk to the feds then you act like allat
and you ain’t done a show just dipped battle raps

sliming your boys, does that make you feel good?
yeah, you couldn’t step out in the hood
why you still diss have you misunderstood?
if i wanted to pull up then i would
yeah, you already know that i could
yeah, last time i left you cooked
crying won’t cap to cheek
he turn on his hood i wonder why before he got caught he ain’t listen
i put on my jordans & put on my fitted
and i only freestyle yeah this sh-t ain’t written
i said i wear jordans that boy stuck in filas
so high i’m in sp-ce yeah i’m smoking on venus
she suck on my d-ck yeah she suck on my…
rapper ain’t raper they twistin the meanings

they all hide when i’m outside yeah
i be getting fried

yeah, yeah
had to come back with that lethal weapon
talkin’ all out, but they ain’t never mention
who the real gold is? yeah, that’s me
actin’ like b-tches, actin’ like snitches
no wonder you guys get no place
who wanna listen to that trash that you make
anyways, i’m comin’ in hot

i’m comin’ with the heat
no wonder lebron switched up teams from miami to la
we the presidentes in that cannabis garden all day
i’m hoppin’ with kronik all the way to the uk

and we smokin’ all day
but first, i’m landin’ in miami
to stomp that p-ssy cat’s brain in
b-tch

- yg kronik

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