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letra de they won't believe you - big flock

yeah
d-mn
big flock, n-gg-
aye, aye

[verse 1]
and i’m talkin’ to my baby mama, tellin’ her my secrets
told her i’ma smoke her stupid -ss if she don’t keep it
put this 40 to her head, she talkin’ to the reaper
if i ain’t tryn’ get real messy, then i’ll put her in a sleeper
shoot that n-gg- in the head
now his hairline is recedin’
and they gave him cpr
’cause the pussy wasn’t breathin’
i wore these jeans for 60 days, but i’m still flyer than a eagle
i’m movin’ drugs along the freeway, while i’m blastin’ beanie sigel
they tryn’ compare me to these rappers, but these n-gg-s ain’t my equal
and they keep talkin’ bout my ‘sonny’ tape, i’m workin’ on a sequel
i’m lookin’ at my daughter, wonderin’ how she come from somethin’ evil
and i’m still in the gutter, ’cause a n-gg- do it for my people
i’m always in my donk, like that shit a m-th-f-ckin’ beetle
and n-gg-s don’t wann’ b-mp wit’ me, they better off catchin’ the measles
before you talk to me, you better talkin’ to my desert eagle
and you can say big flock a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
n-gg-!

[chorus: big flock & rico nasty]
and you can say big flock a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
and you can say big flock a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
n-gg-!

haha!
you can say rico a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
b-tch!
yah!
and you can say rico a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
b-tch!

[verse 2: rico nasty]
all these lil baby b-tches really think that they gon’ phase me
and i told ’em how i’m comin’
now they lookin’ at me crazy
like i work at staples
all i’m touchin’ is the f-ckin’ paper
and i’m slowly understandin’ why all of these people hate me
i would hate me too, when i’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
i don’t talk about it
i’ma make it happen, make it happen
if they runnin’ up, i guarantee i’m blastin’ and i’m blastin’
i’m in l.a. right now, in a foreign stuck in traffic
on the road with the vulture
i got zones in the cabinet
don’t you ever disrespect me, i’ll turn yo -ss into casper
me worryin’ bout pussy n-gg-s, i know it’ll never happen
in a race, i’ll overlap ’em
put energy in my p-ssion
i coulda just hit the b-tch
promised my pastor, i ain’t crash her
b-tch wit’ me, she talkin’ funny
she must be from tallah-ssee
i’m workin’ hard every day, but these people don’t understand me
if money fall out the sky, why ain’t yo pockets where it’s landin’?
knew this would happen, ’cause i planned it
had to work, it wasn’t handed
and i’ma hit it, any way it come
fastball or underhanded
take that shit just like a bandit
you a liar, i can’t stand it
and you can say rico a pussy, but i know they won’t believe you
b-tch!

[outro]
yeah!
free glocka glocka!

- big flock

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