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letra de no action - billionaire black

[chorus: billionaire black]
ain’t no lackin’, yeah n-gga team no lackin’
my n-ggas keep they ratchet
y’all n-ggas talk about war, f-ck n-gga we can make it happen
n-ggas don’t want no smoke, n-ggas don’t want no static
me and my n-ggas with the sh-ts, n-gga we ain’t duckin’ no action
nah we ain’t duckin’ no action, nah we ain’t duckin’ no action
nah we ain’t duckin’ no action, nah we ain’t duckin’ no action
nah we ain’t duckin’ no action, nah we ain’t duckin’ no action
me and my n-ggas with the sh-ts, y’all n-ggas don’t want static

[verse 1: billionaire black]
y’all n-ggas don’t want beef, y’all n-ggas don’t want smoke
y’all n-ggas ain’t chasin’ no sack, y’all n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ no hoes
y’all n-ggas ain’t fitted, y’all n-ggas ain’t rockin’ designer clothes
y’all n-ggas don’t keep no cuttter, y’all n-ggas don’t keep no poles
y’all n-ggas ain’t k!llin’ sh-t, y’all ain’t sendin’ us to the morgue
y’all n-ggas ain’t puttin’ in work, y’all n-ggas ain’t hop off the porch
y’all n-ggas, y’all n-ggas, y’all n-ggas, had to say that sh-t three times
y’all know [?] got the thirty on me, squeeze that b-tch thirty-three times
y’all n-ggas know me, y’all know my name, y’all know my gang
y’all n-ggas know about bt, y’all n-ggas know bro had aim
y’all n-ggas know y’all peons, y’all n-ggas know y’all some lames
y’all n-ggas heard gunnin’ n-ggas, y’all n-ggas heard about bro wayne
move up to my trukfit, my lil’ n-ggas, they dump sh-t
i got a four-five with a drum kick, i’ll turn your head to a pumpkin
while you want beef, let’s get it, my lil n-ggas, they with it
put a chopper sh-ll in your fitted
[?] down, here come the whole f-ckin’ [?], let’s get it

[verse 2: fbg duck]
everything about me new, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout you
you can tell that i’m that dude, i f-ck your b-tch more than you
you say you don’t f-ck with me, okay well i don’t f-ck with you
i ain’t got to tell you what i’m in, just read my tattoo
you know that i’m in this sh-t, these rappin’ n-ggas feminine
i’m k!llin’ them like cigarettes cause all my styles are different
i’m steady countin’ benjamins, i’m livin’ it while they pretend
my money large, your money thin, i’m all about them f-ckin’ bands
turn up turn up, look, dutchie home and he on that
he shoot sh-t like kodak, hold on, wait, let me demonstrate that
catch a opp at nighttime, run up on his -ss with them things out
take his whole f-ckin’ scene out when that thirty start to ring out
n-gga shoot it out, let’s do it, these n-ggas b-tches, i knew it
why the f-ck should we squash beef and we already into it?
what the f-ck is these n-ggas doin’? i hope n-ggas got insurance
’cause if i see a opp and i got it on me, i’ma leave him stankin’ like a sewer

- billionaire black

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