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letra de sinc - youngpetex20

sinc

(intro: sweetie)
y’all gonna know why youngpetex and west coast hate fake og’s; why we can’t be stopped and why west coast can’t be handled
why no n-ggers would wanna f-ck with us; when you see us you’ll have to travel

hook/ chorus (x2) (easy breeze)
this sh-t right here; you can’t handle
you are just a kid, and so little
i’ll murder you with my pistol
did i made you uncomfortable; and i just murder my enemy i am a criminal
there’s a reason why they call me dr. evil
he’s screaming, yelling; easy breeze please stop it; i don’t gave a d-mn beat him up some more/ that’s punishable

(hook) sweetie
listen up/ listen deeply
i beat up b-tches weekly
that’s why i’m not allowed go to the beach/ now that’s extremely
we ain’t here to take it easy
i don’t f-ck n-ggas that makes 100 penny
nah, that’s cheaply
these lyrics will make you puke/ greenly

(verse1) ( k!lla bee)
i’ll make you sinc like the t-tanic
your fake, your bionic
they call me the destroyer
am rapping am not an employer
mess with me and i’ll eat you alive
go fast go drive
your like a dog
you can’t see me in the fog
yes i am hispanic
no need to panic
my raps are like magic
just made love to a catholic b-tch
then pull the trigger through her head for f-cking my enemy/ that’s fantastic
girl your p-ssy sticks you need some fabrics
i’m just saying i’m just being romantic
your fake, your whole body are made of plastic
my guns are automatic
ye ye and i just put a bullet through her brother’s head’s, not dead/ he’s just resting so be quite and stop being so dramatic

(verse 2) (youngpetex)
i’ve just got hired by a gangster; i’m the new employer
and my job is to murder n-ggers
he pays me 500 grand; i gave half to a stripper
i don’t gave em a chance to talk, i just pull trigger
if the mother cries about her son; let her cry river
when she’s done crying youngpetex will throw her into that river
then i’m gonna f-ck her sister
she said her is ms. s-xy and she was hungry, so i made her eat my d-ck for dinner
just murder my boss for being a gold digger
sorry i’m not sorry i f-cking hate b-tch n-ggers
by the way i f-cked your wife; she said my d-ck was the meanest, and she loves it when i pull the trigger
within the next 20 mins she started bagging for mercy; and she bagged me to use my finger
yea i’m that n-gga
that cold hearted n-gga
don’t miss with a n-ggert that was born ‘n rise in the ghetto; ye don’t miss with the ghetto k!ller
since you are dead; i wanna let you that your family are gonna be joining you, and don’t forget about your brother
and your mother…
will she’s already dead; and i put 50 bullets trough her body, cuz she was a gold digger
this is why no fake og’s would wanna be friends with me; cuz i always murder em and throw em into the river
only if they are lucky if they ain’t lucky, i murder em with every bulets that a aka 47 and a mine launcher can hold then i’ll lock em in the locker
like real og say i came i saw i conquered
and we do it with honoured
youngpetex and west coast always leave fake peeps with something to remembered

(verse 3) (sweetie)
my name is sweetie; whenever a b-tch n-gga start with me or my crew, i come around like a bee
i don’t f-ck around i’ll make you pee
before i start anything/ lemme go smoke some wee
now what were you saying/ huh mr. creepy
you want me to make more videos so that you can m-st-rbate again/ no i won’t take it easy
all the girls you try to get they dumped you and ran to my gangs/ ye they told my n-ggas that your d-ck is measly
so just go to bed cuz you don’t want to know what i did to your families/ that’s beastly
no i didn’t k!ll em, i would never do that i am sweet as honeybee
besides they were talking sh-t/ so i used machete

hook
ooohhhh i’ll k!ll em with a book
ye yea look look……

outro/chorus 2x (k!lla bee)
this sh-t right here; you can’t handle
you are just a kid, and so little
i’ll murder you with my pistol
did i made you uncomfortable; and i just murder my enemy i am a criminal
there’s a reason why they call me dr. evil
he’s screaming, yelling; breeze please stop it; i don’t gave a d-mn beat him up some more/ that’s punishable

- youngpetex20

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