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letra de king - yung brownie

[intro: kingchri$]
ts-haha
i ain’t gon’ lie, we finna run this sh-t, n-gga
tell ’em who you is, boy
(it’s me, i’m n-ggas) ayy, yeah

[verse 1: kingchri$]
shout out to brownie, the homie, we chocolate
i feel like majin, i’m scary like boo
we only eat sweets, not f-ckin’ with broccoli
when i got problems, i make beef stew (ayy)
i body the beat with ruthless aggression
you are my prey and i am the predator
punchin’ yo’ face in rapid succession
claim you outside, i turn you to a redditor
ayy, not playin’ with people
i’m strokin’ my pee-pee, but i gotta poo-poo
i go to the restroom to rest my r-ct-m
ran into my n-gga tet-n-s like an old-ass septum
i’ma cut that boy face like a c-sеction
got more zits on your face than a prepubеscent
ayy, i sit on my throne
i’m a king, you a peasant, yeah

[verse 2: iso]
f-ckin’ with iso and chris, you get f-cked up
n-gga won’t talk, so he finna get roughed up
ayy, you talkin’ sh-t, boy, you must love
reload these bars and then aim at yo’ māthā
ayy, shakin’ my drip like it’s pasta
chill with these n-ggas, they think i’m a rockstar
kickin’ these n-ggas, get dropped down like sparta
get out my circle, that boy’s an impostor
haters be feelin’ me
vibe with my energy and all my synergy
you not a friend of me, you just an enemy
think i like memory, b-tch i’m especially
you need some clarity, ’cause f-ck all disparity
went and made the money ’cause i really wanna gloat
on a brownie beat, so it’s sweet what i wrote
me and chris on this sh-t, so you know we really g.o.a.ts
[verse 3: 29hundrrd]
you don’t wanna hit him on my zone no mo’
you don’t wanna hit on me no more, no, ho
you don’t wanna talk to me no more, no, no
you don’t wanna look at me no more, no, no
f-ckin’ the b-tch in the back of the parking lot
all on my lock, and you know that we walk a lot
this b-tch won’t be quiet, they said that she talk a lot
she gon’ be quiet when i f-ckin’ knock her out
all of my diamonds, they floss without a doubt
said that she love me, b-tch, what is you talkin’ ’bout?
f-ckin’ the b-tch in the back, and she loud now
hop in my tractor, i’m showin’ her how to plow

[bridge: 29hundrrd]
i saw a bad b-tch now
i saw a bad b-tch now
i saw a bad b-tch now
i saw a bad b-tch now
there she go
there she go
there she go
there she go

- yung brownie

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