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letra de kid n play - younginsosleaze

[intro]
(alloutw4r)
(i got it straight from the mafia)
(313 mafia)
ayy
it’s sleaze, n-gga (sleaze, n-gga), yeah (ayy, ayy)

[verse]
wanna thank god ’cause he made it all happen (thank god)
talked about my life and i get paid just to rap it (yeah)
pourin’ lean and f-ckin’ bad hoes my bad habits (my bad)
i ain’t rich yet, but when i am, i’m livin’ lavish (yeah)
webbie life, savage (savage life)
i ain’t like these n-ggas, bae, i’m way above average (yeah)
money make a difference, you can talk it when you havin’ (when you havin’)
’cause i remember days when i dripped, i used to have it, pockets full of cabbage (add me up)
same hoes used to spend a n-gga tryna pay me
my family proud of me ’cause they see i’m finna make it (see i’m finna make it)
you gon’ risk your life, you gotta get out here and take it (take risks)
had to risk my life ’cause i got tired of livin’ basic (for real)
lights, camera, action, swear my life a movie
these n-ggas hate, then when they see me, turn groupie (b-tch-made)
your clique full of ed, edd, and eddys, three stooges (dumbass)
your b-tch wanna join the winning team ’cause you losin’
i smell p-ssy
you n-ggas kid ‘n play, i’m the bully (hah)
i’m an all-star, don’t compare me to no rookie (at all)
n-ggas now touchin’ ten bands, you want a cookie? (you want a cookie?)
adding all these numbers in my head like a bookie (yeah)
b-tch, i want bands, i don’t care about no nookie (i don’t care about no p-ssy)
n-gga, i ain’t pac, i’ma k!ll you ‘fore you push me
playin’ hide and seek when i’m creepin’ in your bushes (i’m in your bushes with it), yeah
i got dog sh-t on me, call me craig powers (craig powers)
i’m finna put this rap sh-t up in a headlock (headlock)
don’t get on the ‘gram actin’ like you hanc-ck (like you what?)
that’s the same sh-t that got your f-ckin’ mans popped (stupid)
call me lloyd, i could make your b-tch bed rock (bed rock)
gettin’ head, noddin’ off off this d-mn wock’ (off this wock’)
i ain’t aimin’ at your legs, i want headshots (headshots)
left him dead with a stock in his deadstocks (in his deadstocks, n-gga)
[outro]
yeah, ayy
left him— with a— in his deadstocks, ayy
call me lloyd, i could make your b-tch bed rock, n-gga
ayy, it’s sleaze

- younginsosleaze

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