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letra de 2100 shell kases - young slo-be

[verse 1: young slo-be]
southeast n-gga
i ain’t finna lie, lil trey been poppin’ n-ggas
r.i.p., blood on 21, catch that body, n-gga
p-ss juvie-ju the tooly, that’s the chopper, n-gga
drop geekin’, h-lla paranoid, he might air you out
me and wes finna take a trip like we goin’ out
he violating, he got five fouls, we finna x him out
can’t let new n-ggas rebound, we gotta box ’em out
fade, what you talkin’ ’bout? we take souls if you want us to
meet me at the mobil, gas station, this ain’t buyin’ two
b-tch endeavor on a touchdown, she said she made like two
b-tch suckin’ like a baby bottle, like i got the juice
how is you my brother, but you let him lie up on my name?
before all the cars, clothes, and chains, i really had some pain
all these n-ggas girls, really think they in it for the fame
if you gon’ last, walk up on me, test his fear of gang
but you out here stealin’, h-lla weird, you ain’t with it, blood
you the type of n-gga that’ll snitch and claim he a thug
walkin’ with this shotty, you know the slugs built like milk duds
that was my first pole, i remember i couldn’t afford one
lost a few cutties, on my mama, double back action
n-gga, why you lyin’? you is not active
i ain’t even gotta act hard, i am not lackin’
blood, it get smirkish in the field, i am not laughin’
i’m kawhi leonard, when you pulled up, you ain’t score one basket
turnover, now your partner layin’ in the casket
you not movin’ packs, goin’ broke, i cannot have it
you not payin’ for this d-ck, b-tch, you cannot have it
when you catch a charge, makin’ statements, it cannot happen
sit her down, tell her run this play, b-tch, i’m phil jackson
you know that lil’ nine that fit in your pocket, compact action
but i can fit this draco in my pants, i am not cappin’

[verse 2: ebk young joc]
at sixteen, pops told me, “get your grind on
and don’t you ever wear no diamonds if they rhinestones”
totin’ big sh-t that’ll chop down the lightpole
oh, you ain’t talkin’ money? baby, what you want my time for?
poppin’ all these pills, can’t take the pain, now my mind gone
is you down to drill? is you gon’ slide when that time come? (let me know)
with us or against us, you n-ggas better make y’all mind up
ayy, i been drinkin’ mud, real mud, yeah, that slime, huh?
lurking through they hood with h-lla poles, but can’t find nothin’
we gon’ keep lurkin’, and we gon’ creep until we find somethin’
the worst come to worst, we gotta sit until the night come
but i’m really ’bout a bag, and i ain’t talkin’ nothin’ like bruh
hot boy, everybody k!ller, blood, you ain’t pop nothin’
speakin’ on my name to the b-tch, n-gga, just stop frontin’ (n-gga)
don’t give a f-ck if we had the same blood, blood, i’ma pop cousin (that’s on the homies)
2100, that’s nightingale, i’m on the block thuggin’

[verse 3: ebk trey blood]
b-tch, i came from nothin’, i was strugglin’, b-tch, i had to get it (had to get it)
you ain’t talkin’ chicken, lil’ bitty, we can’t talk no business (we can’t talk nothin’)
chopper get to kickin’, drop a hundred on whoever trippin’
b-tch, go sell your -ss and bring the bag, well, b-tch, you better listen (you better listen, b-tch)
ooh-wee, ayy, now i’m on they necks (now i’m on they necks)
i don’t know b-tches if they ain’t really talkin’ ’bout a check (bring that fee, b-tch)
b-tches gettin’ left in any city if they make me stressed (you better not do it)
put her to the test, go f-ck this trick, b-tch, all he want is s-x (that’s all he want, b-tch)
i ain’t gotta lie, that’s on the b, these suckers gotta die (they gotta go)
upi shootin’ at the sky, and we out here makin’ mamas cry (real tears)
you is not the guy, you not my fella, n-gga, please don’t try (no, you not)
every time we slide, n-ggas start runnin’, they be tryna hide (they hit that gate)
i ain’t tryna fight, you throw a punch and i’ma take your life (i’ma take that)
n-ggas crash dummies, i slide broad day, no need to wait for night (broad day, n-gga)
ayy, n-gga, no need to wait for night (broad day, n-gga)
n-ggas crash dummies, i slide broad day, no need to wait for night (broad day, n-gga)

- young slo be

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