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lirik lagu kidsin (rapper) - dead em’ all freestyle

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(n0ble, this is crazy)

baby, don’t lie to me
i know that you been seeing someone privately
all of these p~ssies beggin’ for a robbery
they keep on talkin’, never let it bother me

i~i got your b~tch, [?] from the south
[?] in her mouth, took like a spouse
walk in your home, sh~t on your couch
[?] your b~tch like a [?]
i~i took that bag, i just [?]
i took the safe, and your young n~gga bounced

this blade in my back got me coughin’
and, b~tch, i’m fed up with this nonsense
the thought of your clip make me nauseous
these n~ggas be hatin’ and watchin’
these n~ggas be hatin’ and [?]
these n~ggas hate me, then they copy (aye, aye)

[?]
i’m movin’ in silence, [?]
a young n~gga zooted
i f~cked on this b~tch to my music
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’ (ah~ah~ah)
i bust a nut, then i dip
f~cked her so good, she wipe cum off her lip
hit from the back while i grip on her hips
i give her a [?], i’m feelin’ lit
head like a pilot
i don’t want that b~tch, i one~night it
she hittin’ my line for the pipin’
but i got my phone always silent (aye, aye, aye)
she eat me up like she dinin’
can’t f~ck with a b~tch, i be lyin’
[?]


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