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I Pop on a bitch and we keepin' the strap My shooters are semis, we rockin' with that Me Dói a cabeça, falta de head You cannot kill Me, I'm already dead Up in this bitch and My neck only shiver The ice on my neck Might just cause up a blizzard On the ground Like I'm Metro Boomin like Cooper Got my producer, We lockin' this shit up Foda-se xalance, esse puto É um winner Tryna get bread just to waste On a dinner Got my bitches beggin', bitches be Callin' me daddy On thirty, I'm dirty Go do My job and I do it for really Grew Up as a soldier, never had no daddy É Força que piso, tá tudo no tênis Me movo Pelo norte, tá tudo no tênis I pop on A bitch and we keepin' the strap My shooters Are semis, we rockin' with that Me dói a Cabeça, é falta de head You cannot kill me, I'm already dead Eu fui feito para isto, Com ninguém me identifico Think I need you, I Don't need you Sou diferente, eu sinto o piso Mudo roupa, mudo piso Grife variada num bisu Bato Gosto no aviso, MS Shit, xotiado mete merda no Corpo no beat e ganho a race Rabo da Dropa tipo era weight I want that face, Shawty dá face Só quero face porque eu vim Do space Tipo um Mercury, I came from the Space I came from the space, space Outta space, Outta space UFO, my fuckin' wraith Outta space, Outta space Main bitch devil, greenie face Outta Space, outta space My bitch smoke too much gas I know she can't see my face 'Cause I'm Outta space, outta space pop on a bitch and We keepin' the strap My shooters are semis, we Rockin' with that Me dói a cabeça, é falta De head You cannot kill me, I'm already dead Already dead Already Already Dead
Kudda — DEAD
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