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lil k9 - beef about no bitch كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
i just hit the strip, poured wock’ all in my cup (skrrt! skrrt!)
spin your block in full attack, them switches f_ck it up (boom! boom!)
better duck, we up them glocks, them 7s rip sh_t up (grrah!)
sendin’ souls up to the sky, like we don’t give a f_ck (nah, f_ck ’em!)
new trackhawk, this ain’t no truck, red beam right on his gut (grrah_grrah!)
your ho done gave the kitty up, while i’m thumbin’ through them bucks (ha!)
that’s a hunnid clip tucked in, with four hunnid in my cup (slime!)
he say smoke, then send it up, b_tch we don’t give a f_ck! (grrah, grrah, boom!)

[verse 1]
i ain’t beefin’ ’bout no b_tch, let that hoe just eat the d_ck (facts!)
he was talkin’ tough as sh_t — now his name up on that list (boom!)
told lil’ bro to park the whip, i’ma walk down, empty clips (blatt!)
he ain’t shoot back, he froze up, now his momma throwin’ fits (p_ssy!)
thuggin’ sincе like ten, i been ridin’ with that pipe (brrt!)
caught him lackin’ with his cousin, now thеy ghosts up in the night (skrrt!)
f_ck the opps, they all be hoes, postin’ guns but scared to fight (haha!)
told that b_tch to shut her mouth — i’m tryna hear the money type (cash!)

[verse 2]
lil’ bro wild, he poppin’ sh_t, like “what the f_ck he on?” (boom!)
say he slid through 7thside, then why his partner gone? (where he at?)
i been off that x and wock’, like leave me the f_ck alone (leaned out!)
i’ll catch him at that corner store, then bust right through his dome (bah!)
my youngins really crashin’ out, don’t make me drop a bag (racks!)
catch him, flip his whip, now shorty bleedin’ on the dash (on bro!)
i don’t do no back and forth, b_tch i’ll let the 30 blast (grrah!)
left that n_gga with no face, that’s what happen when you gas (facts!)
[bridge]
talkin’ crazy on that net, get you smoked just like a blunt (dead!)
put his name inside a song, then we slid before the lunch (no cap!)
i be really in the field, they be hidin’ in the front (haha!)
say they k!llers but they rats, boy them statements got a bunch (snitch_ass!)

[chorus]
i just hit the strip, poured wock’ all in my cup (slatt!)
spin your block in full attack, them switches f_ck it up (boom_boom!)
better duck, we up them glocks, them 7s rip sh_t up (grrah!)
sendin’ souls up to the sky, like we don’t give a f_ck (b_tch!)
new trackhawk, this ain’t no truck, red beam right on his gut (boom!)
your ho done gave the kitty up, while i’m thumbin’ through them bucks (thot!)
that’s a hunnid clip tucked in, with four hunnid in my cup (wock!)
he say smoke, then send it up, b_tch we don’t give a f_ck! (grrah, grrah, boom!)

- lil k9

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