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miah kenzo - tragic lyrics
[intro: miah kenzo & tata]
ms everything ready, you heard
grahh, like what?
grahh, d_mn
grahh, grahh
[verse 1: miah kenzo]
in the streets, just promoting the violence
don’t beef on the net, just do sh_t in silence
don’t wanna flex on you really, ms. got it
41k, but y’all n_ggas is hiding
i’m on hots, now i’m making sh_t public
[?]
like, y’all b_tches are never on nothin’
tired of talking, for what? y’all is buggin’
mr. everything deady, he be goin’ dumb
ms. everything ready, just ready to dump
put the heat to her head, now that b_tch got a fever
moving real [?], b_tch i’m a reaper
when she seen me in person, her enеrgy changed
y’all b_tches is nevеr as tough as they claim
if she got a bestfriend that b_tch gon’ get flamed
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talking that tough sh_t it’s gon get [?]
knock that b_tch out, like i be she won’t spin again
[?] never rap what he live
like, on bro n_ggas never slide sh_t
if she got a baby, i’m knocking out kids
like, if it’s beef, ain’t no rules in this b_tch
that b_tch is a internet demon, like
that’s why i don’t pay her no mind, b_tch
she know that i’m quick to start getting it right
[?] just takin’ her spot
[?], we don’t f_ck with them people
i’m not calling y’all back
we ain’t shooting a movie
don’t care ‘bout the talking
i talk with my bl!ck
i’m moving to wocky, they watchin my moves
if you got a b_tch, then that b_tch’ll get bullied
like, want me to shake up the room
like why you gon’ die ‘bout the deuce
like, hold on, it’s getting real tragic
don’t got no remorse, we gon’ let that b_tch have it
like why get a gun, but not blast it?
like, y’all n_ggas is known for the lacking
like, and i’m never lacking like what?
i [?] outside cause y’all b_tches not tough
i’m ms. everything ready, gon’ knock out your crew
[?]
d_mn, b_tches not tough
[?] b_tch, but i’m calling y’all bluff
like, come outside cause i’m making a movie
don’t care ‘bout the talking, i stay with my toolie
don’t run, don’t trip
talk like he bugging, he ain’t finna live
go to the store, n_gga lack for a sec
tote in the trap, but he die ‘bout his grip
no competition, not settling sh_t
y’all b_tches my sons, i invented this sh_t
[verse 2: tata]
[?] promoting the violence
spinning through [?], i got n_ggas hiding
and y’all n_ggas not really on timing
call up [?], he stay on my timing (glahh)
shorty got wap, no fetty
breadwinner, i love to get bready
they know my bop, mr. everything deady
a shot to the eye, now he looking like fetty
if i spottem, i gottem
and these opp n_ggas thinking we cool, this ain’t hakuna matata
big ebk, 41, top shotta
you know i stay ready to dump that knocka
my brother i told him to lay low
he be ready to give n_ggas halo’s
no soulja, i keep a draco
opp n_ggas p_ssy, they softer than play_do
“ayo miah, what’s the word?”
i need a b_tch to get put on a shirt
walk through they [?], i leave em on curve
i’m smoking ya dead and i never go heard
glahh, don’t get put in your place
thinking he tough, he get shot in the face
got a baddie, she ready, [?]
[outro: tata]
everybody shot, everything dead, n_gga
41 shots to the head, b_tch
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