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lilcj kasino, sauce walka & peso peso - road kill lyrics

[intro: lilcj kasino]
(i’ma do it like that, yb)
ayy, ayy, ayy
uh (fuurgg on go)
uh, yup
y’all know what the f_ck goin’ on
ayy (yo, loomin, that’s my bad)

[verse 1: lilcj kasino & peso peso]
we be stackin’ it up just to f_ck this sh_t off (ayy, what?)
told that b_tch to come here, come and f_ck on a boss (b_tch)
hit the trap and do magic, b_tch, i whip the hard with the soft (trap)
i get the pack, get it off (off)
all of that ice, n_gga might just start callin’ me boss (bling_blaow, boss)
take n_ggas’ life when we spinned, ain’t no way that we lost (ayy)
i’m sippin’ on madden, ain’t no coughin’, if i put some bread on your head, they won’t sleep ’til you off (brrt)
ayy, first n_gga try me, go bring out the chopped up (bring)
man of your house what i put in my mouth (b_tch)
i’m the king of the six and the city (gone bad)
lil’ n_gga be snitchin’, can’t beef with no mouse (p_ssy ass)
take that lil’ b_tch, we be d_ckin’ her down (d_ck)
y’all can’t do sh_t about me, so n_ggas just frown (haha)
n_gga bе dissin’ and stealin’ my sound
when we catch him, you know that wе blowin’ him down (grrah, grrah)
all of that drip on my wrist, you could drown (drippy)
switch on that gl!ck, n_gga, you could get down (gl!ck)
won’t switch on my clique, it’s still three_seven_four (never)
we smoke, we don’t blitz, n_ggas never around (rrt)
pull up to shoot with my pistol, it count (baow)
remember i used to hits in the count (i did)
stop playin’ with this b_tch ’cause them b_tches go joggin’
had to shoot on that b_tch, make it shoot with no sound (peso peso)
[verse 2: peso peso & sauce walka]
i was robbin’ him quick, put his face on the ground
got ice, got hard, got soft, got pound
got the whole trigger low when i come to your town (bah)
if you a snitch, you a b_tch, then you can’t come around
in the rolls_royce, in the sittin’ up (kid)
ran off on the plug, i ain’t pickin’ up nothin’
n_gga, f_ck how they feelin’, i’m trappin’ and k!llin’, they know i be f_ckin’ the city up (peso peso)
thirty k in the trap, i ain’t got no clean gun
could find no forces, i got the supreme one (yeah)
i’m a real street n_gga and you wanna be one (ha)
bend back on the block, n_gga call it a re_run (blatt)
and i put bullet holes, n_gga, all in your vlone (dap)
that b_tch call me whenever she need somethin’ to eat on (yeah)
treat a arp like a pillow to sleep on it (yeah)
we got bodies and bodies, they knowin’ what we on (um_hmm, yeah)

[verse 3: sauce walka]
i’ll spend in million for million
i just left the b_tch, i think she brazilian
my diamonds aimin’, no tillman
i’m ridin’ with horses, a wonderful feelin’
these b_tches, they say that i’m brilliant
all of my diamonds are realest
tsf business, the trillest
new glock 19 nod camuflage, i call that b_tch a chameleon
he ridin’ the bike, keep dissin’ my squad, i shoot, he poppin’ the wheelie
body hit the floor, he road k!ll
uh, i’m type of n_gga walk up to your big homie, check that boy like a ho still
tsf business, i walk a fifteen million dollars up, i ain’t got no deal
uh, baby made a hundred forty thousand out last week, but y’all eat it out the ho still
cali made four thousand dollars week, yeah, but y’all get it out the ho still
all saks fifth for the whole spill, walk down six street, no seals
might send a ass a house, stop, break down a ass on the beat, that’s my boy, though
tsf business, what’s up, foe?

- lilcj kasino sauce walka peso peso lyrics

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