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letra de government shutdown - 70th street carlos

[intro]
run that b-tch, danz
booyah
b-tch -ss n-gg-s gon’ hate me
these b-tch -ss n-gg-s gon’ hate me
make these b-tch -ss n-gg-s hate me (booyah)
i’ma make these b-tch -ss n-gg-s hate me

[verse]
your k!ller’ll be the n-gg- that you creepin’ with
n-gg-s that i used to f-ck with f-ck with n-gg-s i’m beefin’ with
i don’t trust nothin’, even the b-tch i’m sleepin’ with
if i can’t find you then i might hit up your people
would talk about that seven but i can’t judge just how deep it is
i don’t care if you with me or you ain’t, you better keep it still
n-gg-s turnin’ grimy for that money, just a dollar bill
i don’t know what the f-ck goin’, gotta get out of here
b-tch, you need to worry ’bout yourself, that’s what your problem is
n-gg-s out here playin’ both sides like they a referee
hoes out here sellin’ they lil’ p-ssy, you ride d-ck for free
kissed her? boy, you nasty, that lil’ ho just left the room with me
put two rubbers on, i ain’t tryna get no std
n-gg-s out here f-ckin’ with them boys, just like master c
and i’m out that dirt, got a n-gg- feelin’ like cp3
my lil’ youngin spinnin’, ain’t no diss, f-ck a dvd
in the club with that seven, know we sticked up (booyah)
we see them opps, them b-tch -ss n-gg-s done cliqued up
we can bang it out, make a n-gg- shoot this b-tch up
gloves hangin’ out, don’t make flag ’em like a picture
man, i f-ck with you, that’s on n-body, you was with ’em
and i don’t give a f-ck, yeah, that’s for any n-gg-
that n-gg- actin’ hard, but he softer than a pillow
won’t up that b-tch, he got to running, i was tryna make him feel it
let me switch it up, but ain’t no switchin’ up
if you ain’t really with me, move around, b-tch, you can’t clique with us
n-gg-s really trippin’, man, this sh-t gettin’ ridiculous
n-gg- call my phone and i don’t even wanna pick it up
shoot ’em, now your brain’s in your hand, you better pick it up
i don’t know, i just been feelin’ like n-gg-s tryna set me up (f-ck)
n-gg- say he love you, for that money, he’ll wet you up
n-gg- i been down for too long, do i look like a clown? (booyah)

- 70th street carlos

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