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letra de never know - 9lokknine

[intro]
yung lando go crazy

[chorus]
you won’t never know, never know
who be really with you ’til it’s time to blow
you won’t never know, never know
who be really with you ’til it’s time to go
you won’t never know, never know
if your n-gga really gon’ up the score
you won’t never know

[verse 1]
these cracker massin’ out jits
see i won’t see my dawg ’til fifty-six (i won’t see my—)
that sh-t crazy how that story even went
but i ain’t gon’ be the one to tell it (uh-uh)
i seen my n-gga weigh it up and sell it (ooh, yeah)
like a book, he had that motherucker sellin’ (come on)
i tell him whatever, rock your boat (ayy)
you better grab a float, it’s sink or float
call you lebron james, i know your ass gon’ choke (i know your ass gon’ choke)
i know you laughin’ but don’t get the joke (ayy)
no nicotine, lil’ nine be tryna pote
i was like fourteen, the youngest on that scroll (ayy)
go get a pen and a pad (ayy, yo), criss cross
sit right here on your ass (come here) and take notes
i’m tryna be a dad (b-tch), i’m acknowledging all my kids (yeah)
this sh-t here ain’t a game, this how it is (how it is)
i up that nine and test ’em like a quiz
you gon reap whatever you sow, d-mn (oh, yeah), like a sew in
scope at your stout, but i was aimin’ at your forehead (i was aimin’ at your forehead)
i’m glad my momma made a way for all her four heads (all her four heads)
i’m talkin’ ’bout her four kids (okay)
what you knowin’?
she taught me right, but i did wrong on my own (i did wrong on my own)
i was thuggin’ with my n-ggas, we was jumpin’ home to home (we was jumpin’ home to home)
stolo surfin’, different counties committin’ burglaries with a stone (with a stone)
if them crackers get behind us, we gon’ dip they ass to home (oh, yeah, we gone)
if they tryna bring the bird, i’ll just get me where i know
i don’t ask for here, ’cause, sh-t, i’m used to that lil’ scroll (i swear)
this sh-t wwe and i’m that n-gga stone cold
she put that woo on a n-gga, she done ric flair’d a pro
your shooters shootin’ from the cut, guess what? he hit the wrong ho (guess what)
i think i made some n-gga mad and i f-ck around
and ’bout lil’ rizo, you get bagged, cemetery that set in stone
’cause that my n-gga, he showed me loyalty, ever since it been on
[chorus]
you won’t never know (ayy-ayy-ayy), never know (ayy-ayy-ayy)
who be really with you (ayy-ayy-ayy) ’til it’s time to blow (ayy-ayy-ayy)
you won’t never know (never know), never know (never know)
who be really with you ’til its time to go (yeah-yeah)
you won’t never know (ayy-ayy-ayy), never know (yeah-yeah)
if your n-gga really gon’ up the score (yeah)
you don’t never know (ayy-ayy), never know (ayy-ayy)
if your n-gga really gon’ up the score (mmm)
you won’t never know

[verse 2]
you never know if your main man gon’ say his pistol jammed ’til it’s time to blow (at all)
you don’t never know, never know
how the situation [?] gon’ f-ckin’ go (p-ssy)
why you speakin’ on me?
she thought she found my print ’cause the glock got a private on it
hit my knees and i repent, this sh-t feel like ceremony (i swear)
i’m up chasin’ my dreams like i need me a maybach only (ayy-ayy)
she thinkin’ she real smart, she tryna throw a baby on me (ayy, yeah)
that sh-t ain’t my cup of tea, i wouldn’t even drink it to quench my thirst
’bout to put him in a casket, put that boy off in he-rs- (come here)
get a shovel and dig until you feel the core of f-ckin’ earth (i swear)
they tryna say this ’bout a b-tch when it ain’t even ’bout sh-t (it ain’t nothin’)
and i was out here thuggin’, i was all off on a jit (i was on my sh-t)
i was with lil’ od, them n-ggas wasn’t even tryna hit (them n-ggas wasn’t even tryna hit)
it was just me a lil’ od, we had .40s and them sticks (ayy-ayy-ayy)
it was just me a lil’ od, we was in chaz apartment (yeah-yeah-yeah)
they don’t want no smoke, they don’t want no cancer, pardon
they the one with all the problems, i ain’t got no answers for it
i think them n-ggas got a coochie between they lips
they act p-ssier than a b-tch who wear weave up on her head (i swear)
these n-ggas out here tryna slander our name
throwin’ salt up on the grain, sayin’ i won’t ever change
how the f-ck you do that?
like how you speakin’ on it? you don’t gotta a brain
and it’s all off your brain, that mean you ain’t write a thing
[chorus]
you won’t never know, never know
who be really with you ’til it’s time to blow
you won’t never know, never know
who be really with you ’til it’s time to go
you won’t never know

[outro]
n-gga trippin’
smokin’ d-ck outchea
you funny, [?], haha
foreign

- 9lokknine

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