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Lirik Lagu Maccassi kilo – Pacquiao


By: Admin | Artist: M maccassi kilo | Published: 2024-28-06T09:00:44:00+07:00
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all these words dont even make no sense
outlines of old tears on my neighbors fence/
her baby died the other night my n-gga was yankin /
he k!lled a n-gga in cold blood my n-gga thought he was famous /
retaliation … that was in the mist /
the n-gga he k!lled had a wife & 2 kids /
his sons a rydah (a f-kn rydah)
he was heaven sent
he flips bricks he hit l!cks he don’t give a sh-t /
but we’re all same slaves to this twisted culture /
a n-gga dead we swarm his body like egyptian vultures /
rape his pockets i ain’t playing we some casanova’s /
highly vulgar from exposure to them silver toasters /
catching bodies woo , so wipe me down /
shoot yo face off for some gucci
kuz we proper now /
who that wears jordan’s shall prosper for eternal life /
stab ya twice
we takn yo soul
foe shoes that’s nice /
what’s it time foe ?
i guess it was somethin obama said /
i would focus on college but my times low /
feelings is a liability so don’t get sprung /
we was bread to pimp & rob we ain’t feeling none /

chorus:

yapp tryna keep these maggots of my f-cking nina
err since my bro got shot that changed my whole dimeena
my n-ggas eat dry top ramen that’s they only dinna
we never holding on to hope we holdn on to clippers /
born to die so we pray but we sac religious
condemned from birth we slammin hamma’s at ya f-kn dentures
momma taught us well but the streets done taught us different /
momma taught us well but the streets done taught us different /

(bridge)

we’re yo grill were yo chain at b-tch n-gga /
what you bang what you claim punk b-tch n-gga /
my n-ggas hyphy we ain’t havin that b-tch n-gga /
we don’t bang we just spray punk b-tch n-gga /

verse 2

martin luther king was tawkn bout he had a dream /
well this is his nightmare sawed off chops & b.e.t /
slide up on a n-gga ..
like w-ss hannin
i ain’t ate in days ..
so w-ss hannin
these older cats tawkn bout i’m funna die early /
b-tch i been deceased
that’s mandatory for a life that’s dirty /
momma think i’m crazy now
she try her best to help her son out /
but iits a drought
so i’m cold now & i’m runnin wild /
just snuck up out the house to kick it with my main chick /
she ain’t got no heart so i know she dangerous /
our generation is f-cked up
for 50 bucks get stuck up /
we flirt with the afterlife
for a pair of new jeans
goaple close enuff /
scavengers of the dollar menu
sending shots thru yo black impala
hustles bones in my f-ckin mouth
you ain’t neva had to rob yo patna
you n-ggas is b-tch made
i juggernaut with my switch blade
in my hood they don’t catch fades
they cannonball were yo momma stay/

chorus:

yapp tryna keep these maggots of my f-cking nina
err since my bro got shot that changed my whole dimeena
my n-ggas eat dry top ramen that’s they only dinna
we never holding on to hope we holdn on to clippers /
born to die so we pray but we sac religious
condemned from birth we slammin hamma’s at ya f-kn dentures
momma taught us well but the streets done taught us different /
momma taught us well but the streets done taught us different /

(bridge)

we’re yo grill were yo chain at b-tch n-gga /
what you bang what you claim punk b-tch n-gga /
my n-ggas hyphy we ain’t havin that b-tch n-gga /
we don’t bang we just spray punk b-tch n-gga /

flirting with the afterlife


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