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calvary kylan - slaughter lyrics
[intro: calvary kylan]
li kylan
li kylan
li kylan, be wildin’
uh, godd_mn
[chorus: calvary kylan]
we catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
b_tches be callin’, i don’t even bother
f_ckin’ that b_tch and i fly her to florida
in the back in a benz, my bro in a charger
21 b_tches, i take ’em, get slaughtered
you playin’ this music, you cappin’, i’m harder
my bro in the cell, i’ma get him a lawyer
stand up field, i shoot like a warrior
i’ma go stack on ’em hunnids on hunnids
i got a whole lotta maf_ckin’ money
n_ggas be yappin’, they talkin’ ’bout nothin’
runnin’ that business, yeah, come to the_
runnin’ that business, yeah, come to the funds
give mе some ps, i gotta try_
give me somе ps, i gotta try_, uh
give me some ps, i gotta try jumpin’
[verse 1: calvary kylan]
freak ahh bih wan’ hit from the back
she wan’ li kylan, now she want raq
try down that deal, i need more racks
n_gga, f_ck that side, we got more hats
feelin’ like fisher, i run up them commas
sign me a deal and i spent it with momma
when i go to the hood, they treat_
when i go to the hood, treat me like obama
[verse 2: raqbaby]
treat raq like osama
we ain’t give a f_ck, we’ll shoot at yo’ momma
opps tryna spin my spot when i’m on the game, came out blowin’ in pajamas
we with none of that actin’ sh_t, but we came for the drama
lately been f_ckin’ ’round, new nasty b_tch, spit on d_ck like a lama
make a diss then we bust ’em, after that f_ck ’em and trunk ’em
we k!ll old n_ggas too, we got h_lla rounds for yo’ uncle
after i shoot yo’ lil’ brother, come in the kitchen, shoot at your mother
me and gang don’t backdoor each other, we known to shoot at others
n_gga had tried me like i can’t fight, so i had to beat her brother
only wanna f_ck this hoe for the night, after that i can be her brother
no new n_gga finna come and kick me, we slimin’ motherf_cker
get fat blue face stains, i’ma grimey motherf_cker
[chorus: calvary kylan]
we catch a opp and you know he get slaughtered
b_tches be callin’, i don’t even bother
f_ckin’ that b_tch and i fly her to florida
in the back in a benz, my bro in a charger
21 b_tches, i take ’em, get slaughtered
you playin’ this music, you cappin’, i’m harder
my bro in the cell, i’ma get him a lawyer
stand up field, i shoot like a warrior
i’ma go stack on ’em hunnids on hunnids
i got a whole lotta maf_ckin’ money
n_ggas be yappin’, they talkin’ ’bout nothin’
runnin’ that business, yeah, come to the_
runnin’ that business, yeah, come to the funds
give me some ps, i gotta try_
give me some ps, i gotta try_, uh
give me some ps, i gotta try jumpin’
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