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letra de 444 freestyle - ysb kyle

444 freestyle lyrics
[intro]
yea
ysb
yea
mm-mm
popped a xan
tour around j-pan, yea
we just hit your mans

[verse]
popped a xan
take a tour around j-pan
b-tch we just hit you mans
couple forties to his chest
poppin forties to my head
mama said imma end up dead
i ain’t hear a word she said
too busy, mind my business
you understand?
busy getting all this bread
busy getting all this head
from my b-tch, it’s extensive
do this sh-t ain’t need no pencil
speak my mind i do this mental
getting deep this sh-t suspenseful
my b-tch ride me like a rental
baby, can’t you keep it simple?
you want gucci, too expensive
but i’ll get you what you want
give a f-ck you can louis vuitton it
f-ck that sh-t i feel like the hardest
f-ck b-tches, leave me empty-hearted
f-ck haters they all r-t-rded
imma finish what i started
imma do my sh-t regardless
what anyone says bout me i’m honest
these scars on my wrist, no artist
those be from me at my darkest
won’t do it again i promise
no remorse they look astonished
it’s triple 4 i hit the target
leave his blood all on the carpet
they all know that i got problems
me and my bros came from the bottom
you can tell look where i started
you still stuck inside yo closet
i’m on my way to the top no stoppin’
got a new song and i’m bout to drop it
dropping so much and i’m makin a profit
oh sh-t there goes another deposit
steppin on my block you better watch it
best know i keep a glock in my pocket
f-cking with me b-tch you don’t wan’ problems
all of these hoes they just talking to talk, yea
got a bad b-tch and she dripping like a faucet
member back then all them hoes, they was toxic
now they wanna come around, they know what’s in my wallet
thought i had them blocked but they all callin’
when i show up, yea imma blow up
if he want smoke, me and smokey gonna roll up
rolling up on his block, pull up in a ghost, uh
aye it smell too much like weed in here, we roll the dope up
watch out when we post up, do you think this is a joke?
diamonds on my wrist, yea they all know they froze
keep a few k’s on me so they ain’t know i’m broke
hit a n-gga in his throat, he actin like he had a stroke
run up on me like a frog, you get croaked
if he wan a problem b-tch, i put him in the scope
i be reaching all my goals
i’m still clutching with the bros
i’m still flexing on these hoes
150 for her show
shawty said she wanna go
on a shopping spree let’s go
nah f-ck that sh-t imma go broke
imma go broke if you do that sh-t
keep thoughts to myself, ion do that sh-t
give a f-ck what you want, imma do my sh-t
got ysb up in this b-tch
monopoly me ion play games b-tch
f-ckin wit her, she the same old b-tch
hop in the benz, imma swerve that sh-t
heater on me, imma burn that b-tch
little f-cked up in the head, i guess
n-ggas wan smoke wit me i guess
f-ck wit me imma leave him dead
f-ck wit me i’ll leave him in a ditch
take a sh-t in his grave, tell him rest in p-ss

- ysb kyle

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