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letra de gun don't work - bigg unccc

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[intro]
(ka-ching)

[chorus]
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work (graveyard gang, no hospital gang)
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt (yeah)
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt (let’s go)
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh (let’s go)
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work
[verse]
yeah, i’m sellin’ dope ’til my thumbs hurt
‘fore i sold dope, i had got me a gun first
stopped hittin’ this b-tch i ain’t need and i learned first
i never took a loss, yeah, i had to learn first
runnin’ through checks, yeah, i do this sh-t day to day
i’m in the trap with one-fifty, i’m pushin’ weight
i just left from cali, got two hundred on the way
i’m choppin’ this ho from the back, she sell hair and do real estate
smokin’ dead men out the turkey bag
n-gga ass play with the gang, i’ma shirt his ass
ayy, f-ck the fame, i’ll sell you an ounce in a burglar bag
i pull in the hood in a car with the stolen tags
johnny dang bling, got your b-tch on my gold name
real street n-gga, h-ll nah, i’m not cocaine
uh, i jump out the b-tch and i hit this b-tch up ’til it four flat
this just how it is, naw, we can’t get our folks back

[chorus]
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work (graveyard gang, no hospital gang)
yeah, smokin’ dead men ’til my lungs hurt (yeah)
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt (let’s go)
i don’t even think that boy gun work, uh (let’s go)
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, uh
no, i don’t think that boy gun work, yeah
i hit the chop ’til my motherf-ckin’ arm hurt
i don’t even think that boy gun work

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