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letra de don’t kill my vibe - young 5150

legalized nuclear bombs
yea
yo what on bro
shii yea
gang gang

verse
me and young
yea we really be rappin
finna really beat him up like my name batman
she eatin it up no she not pac-man
ain’t no i’m tryna
(knock knock knock)
bro who at the door
we up in the floor
the opp gon be surprised when they see score
i’m not at school but i’m really feelin bored
the opps k!ll my brother and i went to war
we see him catch him lackin at store
i got me bands how much like 4
finna drink the water no i’m talkin bout core
finna sauce yo boy like wе was ore
verse 2
don’t k!ll my vibе
don’t k!ll my aura
your b-tch tryna explore
her name should be dora
she suck on my d-ck
yea she want some sephora
b-tch you too broke you drive honda accord
n-gga you broke yea you can not afford
matter fact b-tch yea your girl is a wh0re
suck on my d-ck she eat it like s’mores
n-gga you know that your b-tch a wh0re

verse 3
michael jackson i just made me a thrill
just made a song after that a mill
not worry bout girls i’m worryin bout bills
got so much ice im just tryna chill
she just really wanna netflix and chill
i’m countin my money i’m countin my bills
beat so hard feel like man of steel
i’m so hard feel like the wind
shoot him in the head then i open his lid
i’m sick of really just just soundin like a kid

verse 4
i’m smokin in opp like i’m smokin a spliff
i don’t give a sh-t b-tch you know i’m too lit
and n-gga you broke but you know im too rich
you f-ck with me b-tch yea you that’s a b-tch
i don’t give a sh-t n-gga how you feel
you run up on me and im really gon k!ll
my b-tch bad lookin like k!ll bill
b-tch n-gga chill go take a chill pill
i don’t really care how you really f-ckin feel
i k!ll n-ggas for real for real
and you know it’s a done deal
f-ck with me your blood get spill
ay n-gga you smell like sh-t (pu)
i don’t give a sh-t yea you know i’m the sh-t
verse 5
me and young we not tryna play
bullet gon hit him right up in the brain
i’m so fly i feel like a plane
not spider-man but i want mary jane
on christmas i eat candy cane
no chief keep but the choppa go bang bang
don’t try me and i hang with the gang gang
i’m tryna rap but me and bro the same thang
gold on t–th like they vampire vang
playin gta but this is not a game

verse 6
i feel like grizzly (grrrr)
i feel like tee
you run up on me
you gon be decease
i don’t give a sh-t n-gga rip
i rap too good i can’t be like yeat
alt delete n-ggas you can’t compete
my b-tch she bad and she came from greece
bullets the burn 100 degrees
f-ck with me b-tch you know i got the heat
i’m in miami my b-tch she a baddie
run up on me and that b-tch got a fatty
i f-ck a b-tch yea she callin me daddy
nba b-tch you know jammin
run up on me my gun never jammin
i don’t give a sh-t n-gga how you feelin

- young 5150

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