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letra de kill - younnmoh

[intro]
white hoes get to tripping, oh yo’ n-gga cheat?
roll up, roll up, roll up, n-gga know that i get high
said i’m steady lurking, know i gotta scope the scene
i can’t go for nothin’, h-ll nah, i’m not a green bean
hey partna, what the h-ll you want, twin?
brr, let’s do it, lil hop out, skrrt
buwh, buwh, buwh
(f-ck you, marco)
(shout to that boy cyrus, keep grindin’, see i’m sayin’?)

[verse]
can’t speak ’bout the body, can’t talk ’bout the k!ll
brr, brr
can’t speak ’bout the body, can’t talk ’bout the k!ll, what, uh, yeah, huh
young n-gga pull up, we ready to drill, huh, huh, huh, yeah
bad bit’ get to throwin’ that ass, you know what it is, huh, yeah, huh
you know that n-gga playin’, we pull up, huh, you know that we spraying, huh
got gen 5 wit’ me, n-gga ass playin’, we’ll bomb this b-tch up
can’t speak on the drill, them young n-ggas gained them a k!ll, brr
trapped this big bank and know my pockets swole, what
n-gga stop that hating, what you watchin’ for?
creep through the bush, twin likе “stop and roll”
got h-lla sticks, we got plenty polеs
we load up ‘box, then gon’ spin for fun
the young brew trippin’, love the life that they be livin’
i close my eyes and pray to god, know we been sinnin’
yeah, we send hot sh-t, yeah that hot sh-t, yeah we bendin’
like f-ck that ho that broke my heart, ain’t got no feelings
get in my thoughts, i roll ’em up, start reminiscin’
i said pass me the chop’, know i’m outside fishin’
ain’t gon’ say too much, know my gang keep jiggin’
n-gga poppin’ like he bulletproof, n-gga know my gang get busy
hop out, frr, frr, let off switchblade, hit both of them n-ggas
n-gga had said it’s a problem and we pushed up and pressed the issue
know they get sh-t dogged, yeah smoke out the whip, you know that we comin’
we pop out, chopsticks and drugs and sh-t, yeah feel like the russians
ain’t got no time for no stupid-ass ho, h-ll yeah that sh-t disgustin’
ain’t got no love, ain’t got no trust yeah, that’s just protocol
young brew gon’ load the box and spin that b-tch, get mad at y’all
know my brew, yeah, be gunnin’, every problem solved
in the ‘io wit’ sig’, he cook up, yeah i eat
and i’m squashin’ beef, this ain’t no meet and greet
white hoes get to tripping, oh yo’ n-gga cheat?
roll up, roll up, roll up, n-gga know that i get high
said i’m steady lurking, know i gotta scope the scene
i can’t go for nothin’, h-ll nah, i’m not a green bean
(f-ck you, marco)

- younnmoh

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