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I guess it's up with niggas I got niggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a nigga How many niggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of niggas Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin niggas SOB the gang, I ain't fuckin witcha Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a nigga How the fuck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it Heard them niggas want smoke, tell em come and get it First off, it's SOB, bitch I don't fuck with niggas Known to keep that strap wherever I go, bitch I don't thump with niggas All you lil niggas is my sons, but I'm big unc to niggas Vroom vroom, get to skunkin niggas Pull up on his block and take his strap and get to punkin niggas No, I'm not no fan of niggas music, I don't be bumping niggas But if I see my opp up in the club then I'mma bump the nigga I can't even tell you what we done to niggas If you see me posted on that block, I got a hunnid close I don't give a fuck if he yo brother, I don't fuck with bro Posted on the block til it get cold, I got a runny nose Say she gon do everything for me, but she ain't for me though You put yo trust up in that bitch, yeah you a dummy bro Bitch I don't wanna have no fun with you, but you could fuck me though Nigga asked me if I fucked this bitch, nah we just buddies bro Classy bitch but suck the uh- like she a slutty hoe, nigga Letras de cancionesI guess it's up with niggas I got niggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a nigga How many niggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of niggas Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin niggas SOB the gang, I ain't fuckin witcha Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a nigga How the fuck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it Heard them niggas want smoke, tell em come and get it Tell em come and get it, or get yo ass got He was supposed to be my brother until he folded, niggas laptops Bitch I ain't finna play with no nigga, I don't slap box Nigga keep playing like shit a game, til his ass shot I got that one shh-, drum bigger than some ass shots Yeah, he was the nigga back then, then he crashed out Hold on, hold on, you can't call me broke, bitch I got cash now I walked up in that club them hoes had tiddies and that ass out Too high, passed out Broke bitch, cash out Dumb bitch almost got her lil ass hit, I tried to bag out Before I let him pay me for a feature, check his background Bitch keep talkin bout that she a stallion, yous a cash cow I moved out of town for bout a year, but bitch I'm back round Yeah I can get her wet until it make that cheesy mac sound Bro said he don't wanna tote the Glock, he sending Mac rounds And niggas always lying in the booth until them facts out, nigga I guess it's up with niggas I got niggas that don't play about me, bet' not touch a nigga How many niggas lying in they raps? I know a bunch of niggas Grab that "ahh!" or that "buh!" and get to bustin niggas SOB the gang, I ain't fuckin witcha Pull out that -shh, bet I'll hush a nigga How the fuck you round that gang? Ain't no muscle in it Heard them niggas want smoke, tell em come and get it From Letras Mania