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fucked his bitch - k4 trell lyrics

[intro]
(brrt, brrt)
yeah, yeah, you know that
f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck they dead homies too
(gang, gang, gang!)

[chorus]
ayy, his b*tch let me nut in her face
he talk tough, put a beam to his waist
hollow tips put his ass in his place
his homie died, but he ain’t get no case
opps keep talkin’, we slidin’ today
choppa gon’ clap, let it sound like a parade
that n*gga cappin’, he ain’t got no rank
caught him outside, now he missin’ his brain
i took his hoe, now he beggin’ to stay (b*tch!)
srt fast, do the dash on the jakes (skrrt!)
ain’t no remorse, put a switch on the k (grrah!)
f*ck what he claim, we spinnin’ his gang

[verse 1]
heard his big homie got left in a he*rs*
b*tch on her period, kick her out first
he ain’t on sh*t, put his face on a shirt
talk like a k!ller, but died with a purse (d*mn!)
slidin’ on opps, ain’t no rules in this sh*t
ran off with packs, now he cryin’ like a b*tch (haha!)
say he a shooter, but froze with his stick
beam on his head, now he twitch like a glitch (grrah!)
high*speed chase, hit the curb, make it flip
b*tch on my d*ck, she gon’ f*ck off the rip
brand new glock, make his whip do a twist
his b*tch in my bed while he postin’ a diss (weak*ass n*gga!)
[chorus]
ayy, his b*tch let me nut in her face
he talk tough, put a beam to his waist
hollow tips put his ass in his place
his homie died, but he ain’t get no case
opps keep talkin’, we slidin’ today
choppa gon’ clap, let it sound like a parade
that n*gga cappin’, he ain’t got no rank
caught him outside, now he missin’ his brain
i took his hoe, now he beggin’ to stay (b*tch!)
srt fast, do the dash on the jakes (skrrt!)
ain’t no remorse, put a switch on the k (grrah!)
f*ck what he claim, we spinnin’ his gang

[verse 2]
run in his spot, we ain’t knockin’ on doors (nah!)
beam on the glock, put a hole in his throat
say he got motion, that n*gga went broke
took all his racks, now he sleepin’ on floors (haha!)
lil’ bro itchin’, he tryna go lurk
shot his ass up, made him dance like a twerk
hoes on my d*ck, but i pass ’em to bro
he say he real, but he snitchin’ on folk (rat!)
730 shootas ain’t shootin’ for sh*t
caught him in traffic, his ass got flipped
internet gangsta, that boy just a b*tch
i took his hoe, now he cryin’ and sick (p*ssy!)
[outro]
(brrt, brrt)
yeah, yeah, you know that
f*ck the opps, f*ck they dead homies too
(gang, gang, gang!)

- k4 trell lyrics

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