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letra de killed before - young thug

[intro]
we got london on da track

[chorus]
everyone know i’ve been k!lled before
i’ve been bent like a centerfold
i cr-p with my money, no-oh
drop the top, get a breeze, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
got four million in jewelry, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa)
let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-oh)
did you pay someone’s tuition? no-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-oh)
do you own a store? no-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa)

[verse 1]
yeah, f-ck all this bullsh-t (slatt)
diamonds for all us kings, yeah (yah)
got my money, went ludacris (let’s go)
give some racks to a hood b-tch (hoo)
give some racks to a pulpit (woo)
look at the grain, it’s wood, b-tch
on the floor, it’s a wool, b-tch
she suck d-ck like a whole tick (come on)
diamonds on me, they cold as sh-t (phew)
i thank god that i went legit (and what?)
when we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what?)
i can bet up, you know i’m rich (let’s go)
shut the f-ck up, n-gg-, bet up, you say you rich
different color diamonds, i’m a peac-ck
different color diamonds, i’m a peac-ck
spot full of birdies with no treetop
you know you my son, you can’t be dad
i bought the boat, the jet-skis
got an fn and a stick, don’t test me
i stacked them hundreds up to god knees
i ain’t goin’ broke until 2070

[chorus]
everyone know i’ve been k!lled before
i’ve been bent like a centerfold (whoa)
i cr-p with my money, no-oh
drop the top, get a breeze, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
got four million in jewelry, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa)
let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-oh)
did you pay someone’s tuition? no-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-oh)
do you own a store? no-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa)

[verse 2]
we ain’t lettin’ these b-tches get between us
we ain’t lettin’ no monkey n-gg-s stand that close to us (close to us)
i ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah (yeah)
she is not my dresser, she just iron my clothes, yeah (thanks)
pulled off in a tesla, pulled back in a porsche, yeah (skrrt skrrt)
’bout this mozzarella, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
i get on that bullsh-t, you’ll get extorted, yeah (extorted)
six kids with me, didn’t think ’bout abortions, yeah
ayy, i took a thottie out of magic
took her to the pent, then i woo-woo-woo, ayy
the private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh-ooh-ooh
ready for war like a machine, ayy
came from pillies to post schemin’
now i got fifty hoes on they knees
i put an x in my codeine (oh-oh)
but i’m putting nothing in my weed (oh-oh)
and i took a jet right overseas (oh-oh)
i want some head from overseas (oh-oh)
i caught a case, my jewelry seized (oh-oh)
i started off with fifty keys (oh-oh)
my bentayga clean like bleach (oh-oh)
on a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
on this sh-t like fleas, ayy

[outro]
ayy, i took a thottie out of magic
took her to the pent, then i woo-woo-woo, ayy
the private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh-ooh-ooh

- young thug

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