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letra de kamikaze - yhapojj

[intro]
you’re listening to yhapojj
(cettiworld)
i’m like hold up, hold up, i ain’t do ya wrong
lil’ bro gon’ roll up, roll up, he gon’ smoke on dro
d-mn my hoe, d-mn my hoe, like where would you go?
d-mn my hoe, d-mn my hoe, these b-tches like tootsie rolls

[verse]
smoke a n-gga throwin’ up them 4’s
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout you, n-gga, run them clothes
tryna slime these n-ggas out, tryna slime they bros
i just told her “f-ck some s-x,” y’all boys slime they nose
i just told this b-tch “look back,” she gon’ look like “whoa”
i just told this b-tch i’m set, you can’t be set, no no
and lil’ bro play with you, just k!ll him, he won’t let me know
lil bro, he play with you, he fiendish, we gon’ let it blow
step in fresh white forces, cocaina 1’s
these b-tches tryna ask me “how you spell this?” b-tch, you know i’m dumb
seen lil’ bro wrap a brick in plastic like a mexican
and i can never be the last one, last one let me down
look at this b-tch like “really, hoe?” i just told her “really, go”
i say “b-tch, i’m not yo daddy, hoe,” stay with automatics, though
lil’ bro he up like, 5 bodies, used to be on honor roll
lil’ bro, he really slime n-ggas, seen lil’ bro he wipe they nose
lil’ yhap say he finna find n-ggas, drop that bag off with his dome
lil’ yhap say he finna fire n-ggas, said he want smoke? lil’ b-tch, c’mon
i walked in this b-tch like fire, n-gga, so many drugs, which one i’m on?
i got so many hoes don’t know which one finna call my phone
if you want that beef still, gang gon’ get yo hat
i said, if you want that beef still, gang gon’ catch that body
yeah, talking to lil’ [?], finna send him a fake molly
i just told that b-tch i’m havin’, still ain’t [?]
yeah, tats all on my f-ckin’ body
i just told that b-tch i’m set, so hoe, don’t worry ’bout it
said it’s kamikaze, dyin’ from these bullets, n-gga, feel my problems
in a mase’, caught a lame n-gga, n-gga, run yo pockets
yeah, they say lil’ yhap, he like talkin’ sh-t
i got a glock, i got a chop’, and my favorite stick
i got a hoe, i got a thot, like they my favorite b-tch
i got a glock, 22-, that’s my favorite switch
shoot a n-gga body ’til it f-ckin’ twitch
i’m tryna shoot a n-gga face until it f-ckin’ itch
yeah, you know i’m f-ckin’ sick
i ain’t takin’ no disrespect, n-gga play with you, off with his head
but you know, for entertainment purposes, i’m a rapper
some of y’all, tryna get to the bread
feel like tony montana, all these lame n-ggas want me dead
tell that hoe i sip fanta, pour up in that [?], yeah
can you hear me speedin, yeah
i just told that b-tch i’m speedracin’, speedin’ like yeah
off the gas, this b-tch like head
she can’t handle this, said “this ain’t reggie”
[outro]
yeah, f-ck reggie
p-ssy-ass n-gga

- yhapojj

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