letra de كل نفس سوف تذوق الموت (every soul will taste death) - yung dori
[verse]
run right thru to the cops
i ain’t playing with you mothaf-ckas
i don’t serve no opps (oppositions)
if you lookin’ for the kid i be choking on the block
with a switch blade
hammer for b-tches with n-gg-s that can’t slay, bang
b-tches wanna cam for a big play, dayum
bodies in the sand on the ridgeway, man
addies in my bag or my briefcase
lookin’ so ugly you lookin’ like weequay, d-mn
i don’t got a plan
i don’t needa b-tch to cam
po my purple lean up in this sprite an then i feel it man
[hook]
burn it
burn it
burn it
i ain’t playing with you b-tches
if you chilling with the cops i ain’t playing with you b-tches
if you f-cking with these hoes i ain’t playing with you b-tches
same name with a chain in the brain you all b-tches, i ain’t playin’
sh-t
you f-ckin with a real one
you b-tches betta fear one
i’m plotting with my boy young skel you n-gg-s bouta feel one
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- letra de ne daj da nas rastave - zorica brunclik
- letra de là con gái phải xinh - bảo thy
- letra de spent too much - nayg
- letra de trend selling out band - whey
- letra de прощай навсегда (goodbye forever) - pianoбой (pianoboy)
- letra de life admin - jeff rosenstock
- letra de michael myers - sentaliium
- letra de me quedé aquí - alen quien
- letra de prólogo (um novo episódio) - macbell