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letra de kick the cup - zaybang

[intro]
f-cked up
n-ggas sippin’ h-lla drank

[verse 1]
i sip drank, i can’t lie, i be f-cked up
when i was broke, life showed me always tough luck
two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks
cdg on my feet, we don’t do chucks
i got a flight to miami, and it’s first class
i did time in that pen’ takin’ bird baths
you can have my ex b-tch with her bird ass
see, it’s a fully on this a, i know they heard that
n-gga, look, my last case i had two sticks
i need a b-tch that could cook, i don’t do ruth chris
you takin’ pics with that gun, that don’t prove sh-t
the gang tats on the ‘gram, you a doofus
drop an eight, finna [?], this a loose leaf
i could only fit the b-tch in this two-seat
don’t do no mentions on the ‘gram, you gon’ lose me
and n-ggas on that clubhouse talkin’ loosely
nana told me kick the cup like i’m bruce lee
i be always to the neck, i got two-three
the diamonds turn differеnt colors like a mood ring
and if i ever slip up, n-gga, bluеs me
it’s two hundred on the dash, this a c8
and if i ever go broke, n-gga, cheesecake
i’m screamin’ f-ck the gang task and the da
you n-ggas answerin’ them questions with some leeway
[chorus]
my brother caught another case, i hope he fight that
leave some sh-lls in a sucker (ayy), n-gga, fight back
talkin’ murder on the phone, i won’t like that
i make a broke b-tch beat it like i’m mike jack
just got a three, finna drop it in a simply
a broke b-tch always talkin’ ’bout she miss me
it’s three n-ggas, three guns, always six deep
they wanna see a n-gga broke stuck on sixth street
and why these n-ggas call my phone, what that heat said?
i’ve been tryna find some peace on the freeway
just got a message from the pen’, he need a j pay

[verse 2]
losin’ my mind, i’ve be feelin’ like i’m kk
be down bad, but it’s crazy ’cause my cake right
i miss guns, we was thuggin’ on them late nights
some n-ggas only keep a gun ’cause they can’t fight
we really tryna k!ll somethin’, know we ain’t right
that n-gga really from my hood, but we ain’t tight
i be tryna get some head on a date night
and she could really get a bag if she laced right
a paid lawyer couldn’t even get his case right
i swear to god i sip drank ’cause i’m f-cked up
life taught me h-lla lessons, n-gga, touch luck
it’s two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks (n-gga)
remember i was down bad, now i’m too up (n-gga, ayy)
it’s twenty-fours on this jeep, this a new truck
and let them people get behind me, i’m in sport-plus
at thirteen, i had strap on a short bus
i’m on them nerd n-ggas’ block, i done scorched up (ayy, n-gga)
it’s on my hip, it ain’t never in my backpack
send a zelle, i don’t really f-ck with cash app
ain’t see the 08 piece, i know they big mad
it ain’t sh-t to keep pop when the whip fast
yeah, a n-gga down bad, but my cape right
you don’t know how i be feeling on them late nights
i seen my brother freeze up, n-gga, stage fright
you better stay up on your toes like a caged fight
i swear i only sip drank ’cause i’m f-cked up
life taught me h-lla lessons, n-gga, touch luck
it’s two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks
and f-ck n-ggas, they be feelin’ like it’s f-ck us
my brother caught another case, i hope he fight that
leave some sh-lls in a sucker (ayy), n-gga, fight back
talkin’ murder on the phone, i won’t like that
i make a broke b-tch beat it like i’m mike jack
just got a three, finna drop it in a simply
a broke b-tch always talkin’ ’bout she miss me
it’s three n-ggas, three guns, always six deep
they wanna see a n-gga broke stuck on sixth street
[outro]
and why these n-ggas call my phone, what that heat said?
i’ve been tryna find some peace on the freeway
just got a message from the pen’, he need a j pay

- zaybang

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