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letra de don’t make a sound - blac youngsta

[intro]
you know the procedure (yeah)
i go nowhere without my heater
i know i’m gon’ need ya
you know the procedure
gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
you know the procedure
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
woo

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i walk in and put a sucker on the ground
why you do it?
i did that sh-t ’cause he talk when i ain’t around
what he say? he said some sh-t he thought would never get around
okay, and you better not make no motherf-ckin’ sound
i ain’t got time to play with no n-gga, i’m really gon’ split your weave
i ain’t really gotta get into all the sh-t that i really did
i done let bygones be bygones, it’s like water under the bridge
i done came a long way from havin’ sh-t in the fridge
i done came a long way from havin’ sh-t in the bitty
i done came a long way, gotta take that glock with me (wait)
keep a box of b-tters, extra clip, extra shots with me (with me)
put a box on the back of this b-tch, turn it to a swizzy
spin, spin, spin, spin, spin until you get dizzy (yeah)
every time a sucker make me mad, pay that b-tch a visit (oh)
i know what’s gon’ break his heart, i know what’s gon’ hurt his figures (yeah)
i be gettin’ these p-ssy n-ggas upset about these b-tches
[verse 1]
i dumb dumb with that b-tch, i kick that lil’ b-tch on the curb (gang, gang)
you can count on me, i swear to god if i give you my word
i give the young n-ggas the gang, take care your family ‘fore you splurge
know these b-tches ain’t sh-t, gotta put a sign on say, “don’t disturb”
i know hoes that do anything for some diamonds and pearls
i lost my dog, it feel like the end of the f-ckin’ world
now i’m goin’ blunt after blunt tryna cool down my nerves
tryna cool down my system, never turn to no victim (never)
i know n-gga plottin’ on me, tryna scope me from the distance
i know a few prosecutor wanna lock me away in the system
gotta keep my back to the wall, keep my eyes on these p-ssy n-ggas
if a n-gga ever play with me, i cannot forget him

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i walk in and put a sucker on the ground
why you do it?
i did that sh-t ’cause he talk when i ain’t around
what he say? he said some sh-t he thought would never get around
okay, and you better not make no motherf-ckin’ sound
i ain’t got time to play with no n-gga, i’m really gon’ split your weave
i ain’t really gotta get into all the sh-t that i really did
i done let bygones be bygones, it’s like water under the bridge
i done came a long way from havin’ sh-t in the fridge
i done came a long way from havin’ sh-t in the bitty (long)
i done came a long way, gotta take that glock with me (way)
keep a box of b-tters, extra clip, extra shots with me (with me)
put a box on the back of this b-tch, turn it to a swizzy
spin, spin, spin, spin, spin until you get dizzy (yeah)
every time a sucker make me mad, pay that b-tch a visit (oh)
i know what’s gon’ break his heart, i know what’s gon’ hurt his figures (yeah)
i be gettin’ these p-ssy n-ggas upset about these b-tches
[verse 2]
put that fire on whoever, n-gga, come to fire, i’ll beat it
everybody ’round around me tote sh-t size of a midget
if i put a b-tch on you right now, i bet she’ll get you (yeah)
all these b-tches where i’m from tryna come up on the rich
i was on the streets catchin’ bodies ‘fore i saw the kitchen (kitchen)
runnin’ with some k!ller, boy, this sh-t got a lil’ bit sticky
i was taught if that sh-t ain’t one broke, n-gga, don’t you fix it
gang, gang
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout karate, but i don’t wanna kick it
i ain’t talkin’ about me when i say make a decision
talkin’ ’bout the front door of the cop door, b-tch, on some pimpin’ (okay)
i was mackin’ on a ho ‘fore they put me in detention (alright)
they kick me outta school ’cause i was spinnin’ for a century

[outro]
spin, spin, spin, spin, spin until you get dizzy (yeah)
every time a sucker make me mad, pay that b-tch a visit (oh)
i know what’s gon’ break his heart, i know what’s gon’ hurt his figures (yeah)
i be gettin’ these p-ssy n-ggas upset about these b-tches (b-tches)

- blac youngsta

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