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[Famlay & (Pharrell)]It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach meI been locked up more times than Sweet PeaSee I'm from North cause a coffin make ya slee-pyTurn ya children into 'Off' you tryna sneak meOr tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spokeSo I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throatThis shit is like 2-11 mixed wit cokeLeave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, niggaDark secrets, man I won't lieThey came to the light a man is gon' dieAll hope is lost and Famlay's gon' fryCause I did shit the average man just won't tryLike what, war against an army wit a hand gunI'm Famlay, and when my f**king chance comeI'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming witSee some you think you can take from me, then come and get itSee I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is realMy niggas come in here, my niggas come to killAnd I dare y'all to try and diss usSee you in the streets it ain't nothing discussMaaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the groundNew weeks, couple bodies where yo head'll be found, niggaCut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tense, you see meLetras de cancionesBoy(Pharrell)In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangIn Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangIn Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangNiggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bangIn Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangIn Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangIn Virginia, them guns go, bang, bangNiggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang From Letras Mania