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Ain't finna argue, ain't nobody harder Ain't finna argue with nobody daughter You only bossy 'cause somebody spoiled you You only bossed up when nobody chargin' I only tear up whenever I start to Look where we at 'cause I know where we started Miss me with static, you know that we brought it It's automatic like doors at the Target Tote it at Target, won't miss our target With the lil' beam on it, won't miss a Martian With that lil' beam on it, won't miss a marble Call up lil' demon, he gon' hit your marble Put up my finger and finger a goddess Of Venus, I'm eatin' out Eve in thе garden Ain't no more eatin' out, wе gettin' leaner now Niggas been readin' now, we gettin' smarter Even the odds and get even odder Seekin' these broads in need of ménages Leanin' on leadin' all gullible people To think that you hard is leavin' me nauseous Bitch, I really know niggas in pain Share my vision for niggas that can't Knew your shit wasn't legit when you gave Your attention to ignorant claims I swear to God Letras de cancionesBitch, I might risk my life for this spark I could tell off the top, he was flawed I could tell how he talk, he a fraud No, these niggas won't die for the squad Bet these niggas won't die for the squad Bro, these niggas won't die for the squad Bet these niggas won't die for the squad (Squad, only one way, yeah, yeah) Put that on fin, it ain't nobody harder Bitch, you would never, bitch, I beg your pardon Labels get fed and these artists, they starvin' I was gon' be a rich nigga regardless Big Rabbit gon' whip that brick up regardless Known in the shop, fix your trap and your barber When sack in town, we sell rocks like the Carter Big bro gon' hop out that fishscale, no tartar Yeah, I could put four bitches in a drop-top, yeah Seen the Lamborghini, gave me slop-top, yeah Seven in the mornin', murkin' opps up, yeah Knockin, "Boom, boom, boom" like I came from Sinclair First of the month, I hit my geeker with a Tina I moved on to the yayo, I was finished with the reefer Fifty in this MAC-11, 'bout to shoot at the polices I was chillin' in the strip club, fucking up Maria Bet these niggas won't die for the squad Copped that 850, yeah, for the squad Bitch, you got on them pistols, but ain't gon' shoot shit, I think you scared to die for the squad (You ain't gon' shoot shit) Chopper hot, man, I put that on God (God) Bet these fuck-niggas callin' the sarge (Callin' the sarge) Bitch, you got all them pistols but ain't gon' shoot shit, you gon' snitch if they give you a charge Bet these niggas won't die for the squad Bitch, I might risk my life for this spark I could tell off the top, he was flawed I could tell how he talk, he a fraud No, these niggas won't die for the squad Bet these niggas won't die for the squad Bro, these niggas won't die for the squad Bet these niggas won't die for the squad I swear to God Bitch, I might risk my life for this spark I could tell off the top, he was flawed I could tell how he talk, he a fraud No, these niggas won't die for the squad No, these niggas won't die for the squad No, these niggas won't die for the squad Bro, these niggas won't, no, these niggas won't, bet that nigga won't From Letras Mania