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lirik lagu kyle richh - leave me alone

[intro: kyle richh]
(elvis)
(zayoyb, you mixed this?)
glah
(jas, cookin’)
([?], k!ll ’em)
leave me alone
she like kyle, ”i’m in love with your song”
thumb in her b~tt, i’m in love with her more
i’ma dive baby, you should’ve known, like
she a baddie, clutchin’ the chrome
that b~tch a thot, she gon’ f~ck with the troll, what
[?]
know detty she geekin’, she dead on the floor

[chorus: kyle richh & jerry west]
th~thumb in her b~tt, one hand on her titty
off the migo’, she tryna get jiggy
love on no thotties, just keep me a city
let it fly like the fourth of july
stev~stevie wonder, shoot at his eye
f~ckin’ your b~tch and i don’t even try
i just spin, i don’t gotta go live
shoot like i’m curry, i’m lettin’ it fly
[verse 1: kyle richh]
if i miss, i’m sendin’ out more
brown skin baddie, your booty is soft, what
pass me the two, she a oven
in public, won’t stop ’til he dead on the floor

[verse 2: jerry west]
he got shot, he was tryna be down
you know my b~tch, you just gettin’ a round
beef~beef to your face, you a clown
you know 41, i don’t care how it sound

[verse 3: kyle richh]
and~and f~ck all the opps, they losers
i know the real, you was never a ooter
on court, i’m a ooter like luka
runnin’ and duckin’, got hit in his ‘dulla

[verse 4: jerry west]
got booked, she gon’ pay for my bail
my b~tch a baddie, i pay for her nails
she a demon, she shoot from chanel
how you runnin’? don’t trip, n~gga fell

[verse 5: kyle richh]
she a thot, let me nut on her sweater
i’m in that p~ssy, i’m makin’ it wetter, what
i’m on that block with a glock for them opps
spin through that, came with beretta
[verse 6: jerry west & kyle richh]
you a opp? stay as a opp
shoot at the sky, but the sun never stop
if i cl!ck, i shoot, i don’t stop
free all my n~ggas that’s stuck on the rock
like, no

[verse 7: kyle richh]
she just a regular like
he tryna run, he got hit in his head
she a virgin, hittin’ it gently
mixed it with [?], that’s unlimited deaths

[verse 8: jerry west]
you not a demon, stop postin’ that gun
how you live and still never spun?
you on my d~ck, but you not 41
my b~tch, she gon’ shoot at your bun
tie your laces, n~gga gon’ run
n~ggas get mad ’cause they hate and i won

[verse 9: kyle richh]
she~she a thot, makin’ her cum
dotty a dummy, that boy in a blunt
spin through, now he runnin’ and duckin’
brodies throw five, i’ma send out a dozen
spin through, now he runnin’ and duckin’
brodies throw five, i’ma send out a dozen
[chorus: kyle richh & jerry west]
thumb in her b~tt, one hand on her titty
off the migo’, she tryna get jiggy
love on no thotties, just keep me a city
let it fly like the fourth of july, what
stevie wonder, shoot at his eye
f~ckin’ your b~tch and i don’t even try
i just spin, i don’t gotta go live
shoot like i’m curry, i’m lettin’ it fly

[outro]
(elvis)
([?], k!ll ’em)

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