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41 cypher - kyle richh lyrics

[kyle richh]
why he runnin i ain’t even cl!ck like
i put the beam on his hip
that b*tch a thot she gon f*ck off a spliff like
she gon switch on her friend for some d*ck
what up it & blow
if i spot me a flex that’s on bro ima throw
belly got hit he got beat w the pole
ima spin on my dolo no time for the shows
she neaky she nasty
legs in the spot & they yellin out cathy
can’t run been spint that addy
i don’t do internet shows don’t @ me
he got stained he was tryna be flashy
sheik got the v too tact can’t catch me
& these n*ggas got enough bread likе
caught a shot to the chest need a med
what
lil n*gga i’m smokin ya dеad
he tried to run caught a shot to the head like
heard enough give a f*ck what he said
he movin wock he get put on a bed
she don’t like when i call her a leg
thumb in her b*tt pinnin sh*t to the backboard
she a liar that b*tch is a backdoor
that b*tch a thot like glahh glahh glahh
these n*ggas go live in they room like
they not outside fr what
backdoor when it’s time for the drill
we gon empty the block give a f*ck how you feel
100 dash ima geek onna wheel
gun jam up he beat w the steel like
see a opp ima flame f*ck a deal
how your running the knock gotta beam
cho promethazine make’em lean
(god d*mn)
they scream action when we onna scene
choppa rip his pants foldem by the seem
like lato the bravo the hottest
n*ggas know that 41 be the topic
boy want no problems wimme watchem drop it
bullets a prolly plug a n*gga socket d*mn
if im lurking then im tryna score
gang is with me they ready for war
boy dont move hot he get sent to the lord
keep it wit me im sending out 4
like im for the violence gore
we keep cl!cking till that n*gga gone
are your ready n*gga are you sure
hit that bodody to the floor
if i got to n*gga ima end it
send the addy ima clear the distance
n*ggas talking know that im wit it
keep on starting wit me ima finish
tryna see em go
call up bro i know he do the most
prolly burnem turnem into toast like
it was never close like
[jerry west]
when i cl!ck brody told me chill
i will not stop till i reach me a mill
reload my gun when it’s time for the drill
then i aim your top for the k!ll
shot to the head call that boy little bill
brady the clip cause shoot from the field
reload my gun when it’s for the drill
dotty a dummy he died from a pill
ebk i don’t care how you feel
keep a beam on the scope never duck
ace dotty dead cause he ran outta luck
f*ck a flexo i’m turning sh*t up
mittleton blixk on my hip better run
i just dump till he dead on the floor
reload my bullets with christian dior
when i shoot i don’t use double hands
free all my n*ggas that’s stuck in the can
don’t run i got smoke in the air
pass me the l when i smoke it don’t clear
ima demon not living in fear
that n*gga got shot and got left in that chair
shoot at 4 quarters i’m making a square
f*cking his b*tch and i don’t really care
24 shots when i letting it flare ..
[tata]
24 shots when i up i dont care b*tch
everything deadyy im ready
im ootin at n*ggas ian showin symphony
big 41 gang and im ready might call up the members to, slide w artilery
she wanna b w me
she cannot get w me
n*ggas talkin but he is a kid to me
hit up watch his body move jittery
everything dead n*ggas cannot get rid of me
brodie move st*rdy i pass em a percy
she a freak goin dum of the yerky
yea they be talkin bout how they be ballin on court, dont get shot out ya jersey
stay with jackie cause she an essential
big chop clip longer than pencils
glahh glahhh
and like dee said ion needa go deep i go doley and bend, thru
wanna meet jesus
bullets gon send you
everything dead
dont make me end you
i got the knock im throwin 10
i call dee and i bet he throw 10 2
me and jenn 2 deep and we might soin thru
movin funny i flock at ya crew
and im really outside im not hidin frm u
if u f*ck with that n*gga then die wit em too b*tchh
[jenn carter]
me and tata two deep ina v
when we spinin ya block we gon flock out the window
i dropped power and felt like matilda ain’t no time for the games
ain’t no time for nintendo
and these hallows gon make you so sleepy
i got a silenca i gotta tiptoe
and these n*gga be ducking they hiding they dodging the bullets, like they playing limbo
she a thot
i make the scene hot
bullets is scorching might knock off ya tree top
beat up the p*ssy they say i could beat box
n*ggas keep ducking the smoke .. detox
every time i’m on court they be hiding
shot in ya foot now you meghan the stallion
cdot stay ina field he be whallin
shot ina leg now he losing his balence
jerry said keep a beam ona bl!ck
feel like i’m harden i shoot i don’t miss
that boy running get turn to a spliff
loading the clip and i aim for his lip
little thotty she all on my d*ck
don’t know her name but her p*ssy legit
and no i cannot tweak for a b*tch
41 the movement you cannot commit

[dee billz]
and that 4 5 send 6 like
head crack if i cl!ck it
why he running the beam on the knocker
jay tote will, i brought smithen
dead spliff sh*t punch like boxer
rude boy ma raised a shotta
she eat it up like pasta but
she ain’t gettin nada
and the knock on my hip so i walk with a lean
wanna cuff i’m like what do you mean
o in his back he got hit with the beam
she gon shake it and throw it on me like
2 step when i walk in the spot
ooter on go he not talking a lot
get low we gon bend on the cops
told bro chill he be bending alot
get cold jay pass me the heater
not performing you sit on the bleachers
spin through send him to reaper
drop that window glah glah glah
get cold jay pass me the heater
not performing you sit on the bleachers
spin through send him to reaper
drop that window glah glah glah

[jay gelato]
how your running the knock gotta beam
cho promethazine make’em lean
(god d*mn)
they scream action when we onna scene
choppa rip his pants foldem by the seem
like lato the bravo the hottest
n*ggas know that 41 be the topic
boy want no problems wimme watchem drop it
bullets a prolly plug a n*gga socket d*mn
if im lurking then im tryna score
gang is with me they ready for war
boy dont move hot he get sent to the lord
keep it wit me im sending out 4
like im for the violence gore
we keep cl!cking till that n*gga gone
are your ready n*gga are you sure
hit that bodody to the floor
if i got to n*gga ima end it
send the addy ima clear the distance
n*ggas talking know that im wit it
keep on starting wit me ima finish
tryna see em go
call up bro i know he do the most
prolly burnem turnem into toast like
it was never close like

[fmb savo]
i’ve been itching to pull out the sitch
ak a demon ik he gon blitz
swear everything dead watching him lift
spin it again if the first hallows miss
and these n*ggas don’t know what i do
politicians only there for the news
but a n*gga got nothing to lose
pearl up yea mans like i got somethi oh to prove
look if jerry spot em he gon run
jen keep cl!cking roll him for the lungs
kr always dumping till it’s done
dee on point shooter number 1

- kyle richh lyrics

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