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letra de no love - ad & sorry jaynari

[hook: ad]
streets show no love
same ones you call broke be the same ones plotting on the low
streets show no love
same b-tch that you f-ck be the same one that go set you up
streets show no love
better watch what you say, better yet, better watch where you step
streets show no love
ride for your n-gg-s but you ain’t down to die for your n-gg-s
streets show no love

[verse 1: ad]
better pour some henny for my n-gg-s
streets took away too many of my n-gg-s
i ain’t tryna be next, gimme a tech and a vest
a lot of hate on the west, a lot of sh-t i regret
shaking hands with you f-ck n-gg-s that plotting on my downfall
should have seen me ‘fore i got the f-ck from round y’all
keep the circle nice and small like it need to be
i never let a n-gg- trace the lean to me
ain’t gon’ have my daughter crying, i ain’t tryna be your ig
watching every move, they try to get my n-gg- yg
these boys wanna take you away
my jeweler’s working hard, tryna work you away
f-ck the eye centre charge too
straight up, and f-ck donald trump too
better let the homies down for the one time
we ain’t tryna be no victim of no gun crime

[verse 2: freddie gibbs ]
gangster gibb with the sh-t b-tch
i’m on that team with a brick b-tch
i’m a doggy, whip it up like biscuit
should but my face on the package like uncle ben sh-t
bow wow, puppy chow
black [?], how you like me now?
white china but it brown when i bust it down
turn myself into the california plug
yeah we n-gg-s ship 100 pounds
6 in the morning, police at my b-tch door
margielas squeaking cause my bathroom sizzle
i hustle with my n-gg-s since super nintendo
i can’t take a call from ’em cause them n-gg-s a snitch though
where you feast where the killers eat
you could never show you n-gg-s where your kids sleep
b-tches h-t you with the keep a n-gg- baby
just to get a cheque about your rap
they think i could never care about her

[verse 3: mozzy]
d-mn, my n-gg-s thug in these streets
lost a couple of my brothers to these streets, they don’t show no love
i promise not to show no fear
i’m out the window with the nana, long block on steer
yeah, i swear it’s been a h-ll of a year
telling real n-gg-s can’t f-ck with you squares
you can tell i’m in the field cause we comfortable there
my [?] on dope, that’s why i’m [?]
put blue cook in the air
count blue sheets, make it harder to stare
scared money don’t make money, take a risk
i used to break at homes, now i play for pitching
pops get moms down at 86
87, i was born to this gangster sh-t
me and my day ones, we was taking trips
back then was taking murder was the main sh-t

- ad sorry jaynari

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