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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoKnife Talk (with 21 Savage feat Project Pat)
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streetsSki mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheatTo stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang)drank syrup like it's liquorStreet life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)Sticker, AK-40 to your liverLet the chopper bang on youlike a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnastMade so much money off of dummiesoff of dummies (Yeah, gang)I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcherAin't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' RaptorNo capper, street nigga, not a rapperChopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapperSmith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'We done baptized morе niggas than the damn reverеnd(Yeah)Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)YeahI heard Papi outsideAnd he got the double-R droppy outsideChecked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outsideI'ma drop this shit and have these pussiesdroppin' like some motherfuckin'—Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyesI despiseWhen I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the sideMany times, plenty times, I survivedBeef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga diesKeep blickies, and you know the weed stickyMy finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeysYour shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss meI come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sixtiesI fuck with her, and fuck with her, and herI hit up err and tell him do the err, for sureVoodoo curse, it got him while I flew to TurksKnow the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurtsGang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)Gang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onLet it bang, bang, let it bang, bang'Til his brains hang and his mama sangAnd the pastor sang and them bullets sangAnd them choppers sang and the choir sangI'm on everythingJacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chainUS Open, had it on us at the tennis gameTell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish gamesAnd my pen insane, and my men insaneThere's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thingShit they doin' on that other side embarrassingWe in Paris with it, hundred carats with itAll this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' itIf Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot youGangMetroGang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm onNigga, gang shit, that's all I'm onGang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah
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