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letra de know it - big nagle

[intro: getrichzay]
(d-mn, wavy, why you do ’em like that?)
pah pah, pah (yup)
ayy, blackie, ayy, solid gang, n-gga (f-ck goin’ on?)
ayy, lil tay (fire)
let that lil’ ho hit (fire)
let’s go (pew), yup

[verse 1: getrichzay]
f-ck around (aight), leave a n-gga outta sight (come on)
ayy, your b-tch mad, she come suck my d-ck (yup), that’s just outta spice (d-mn)
i f-cked around and drunk and four raw (raw, raw), i ran outta sprite (aight, come on)
that 7.62 make his body fall (boom, boom), he ran outta light (boom, boom, boom)
my plug f-cked around, started sellin’ bags (sellin’ bags), he ran outta white (yup, d-mn)
n-ggas think i’m fifty, we gon’ send ’em up (d-mn up), just like a satellite (aight, let’s go)
this chop hold sixty (pah, pah), it came some kicks (pah, pah), better grip it tight (aight, come on)
lil flip don’t bale it, when you drive this car (skrrt), you better whip it right (aight, comе on, whip, let’s go)
i just f-cked your b-tch, that was last night (i swear)
i was just down bad, i was stuck on my d-ck, i got my cash right (got my cash right)
my momma told mе, “‘zay, slow down”, she know i’m livin’ the fast life (she know i’m like that, shh)
a n-gga swing a punch on me, i swear that that’s his last fight (yeah, i swear to god)
d-mn, this lil’ o smokio (uh-huh), big-ass .40 pole (big-ass .40)
ayy, n-gga try that sh-t with fifty gang, we leave his body hopeless (what else?)
yup, i done ran through fifty racks (fifty k), i ain’t even know it (i ain’t even)
i be thinkin’ most these n-ggas cap, they just gotta show it (they just gotta prove)
[verse 2: big nagle]
most of these p-ssy n-ggas cap, they won’t f-ckin’ show up
yeah, i keep that b-tch in my lap, i know i’m f-ckin’, blew it (i’m doin’)
like some motherf-ckers luggage, you know i f-ckin’ tote it (my bag)
i’ma wild card, b-tch n-gga, live the f-ckin’ joker (joker)
leave your b-tch by me, n-gga, i swear i f-ckin’ poke her (mmm-hmm)
after i give her dead d-ck, i swear i don’t even f-ck a new one (i did)
but i did, i bend her over, i got love like i’m from lipkovo
bust it on her like a soda, p-ssy n-gga, i thought i told ya
you know how i step in and most your p-ssy n-ggas talkin’, but y’all rappin’
i told that b-tch that she can’t f-ck me, yup, without her friend (she can’t)
and you already know more bank, that b-tch i’m gonna send (a m)
and you know i’m about my business, b-tch, i’m gonna win (mmm-hmm)
just got me a new glock, so yeah, i got a twin (that b-tch)
all headshots, p-ssy, i may make nut your chin (your chin)
on that demon time, b-tch, you know i had to grim
roll the window down, b-tch, i had to loose the tint
had to take a look back, got me, made me cringe (that ho)
spin that corner one more time, gotta get his pin (i do)
all that tough talkin’ sh-t, that’s what it get you in (mmm-hmm)
i done put the f-ckin’ city on the map again (i did)

- big nagle

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