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letra de idfwu - boota bang

[hook]

you know i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, he a opp then we bussin em n-gga
you know that i f-cked your b-tch so lets change the subject my n-gga
im a solider b-tch so if you mad lets get it over with
oh this sh-t bout a b-tch?
then you deserve a ditch
big bro run up tryna murder sh-t
black mask we purgin sh-t
thats why i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas
i dont trust none of you n-ggas
f-ck around buss on you n-ggas
why yo b-tch tryna f-ck on a n-gga
thats why i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas

[verse]

who is this n-gga?
he movin funny big bro shoot at this n-gga
i told em the rules and he bent em
so now we removin his dental
he got them bucks so we stick em hit em up leave his -ss in one key like a rental
now tell me who sent you
no i do not know you
play with me and i’ll expose you
how? with these hollows ima show you
with this glock i’ll expose you
with these hands i’ll approach you
you and yo mans gettin smoked boo
i got the mac like its pro tools
i got the meds i can show you
choppa lettin off a thousand rounds
these n-ggas knowits a difference
30 shots feel like all night so 100 feel like a week
i’m tryna make it out these streets
my mom been beggin me
she know that i stay with the heat
said gods been savin me
i done seen so many of my people die its so much hate in me so i ride with them k!llas
sell dope i get pintched i ain’t squellin
on the mic i’m a menace gods gift dont compare me to any
these n-ggas chasin 100 bands i’m tryna come up on millions
i wanna [?]
i want 3 cars and a house

[hook]

[verse]

i cannot f-ck with you n-ggas
i cannot f-ck with you b-tches
be like i know you lookin suspicious
don’t be supprised when i come out i’m bl!ckin
red beam ain’t no duckin or missin
plus we run up if we clap em we ditch em
say my name and i’m pullin up b-tch it’s bang b-tch be specific
if its for the low whats the ticket
sqad dance on these b-tches
oh god d-mn on these b-tches
i’m the man to these b-tches
yeah i came from the trenches
i ain’t playin with these n-ggas
jumpin fences with extentions
get to sprayin on these n-ggas
you gon really let some p-ssy get your -ss popped
that mac on me n-gga no laptop
i’m in the trap with them fat rocks
my n-ggas strapped with them fat rocks
off dope its a match off
f-ck a cop we gon blow his badge off
quick to scape a n-gga like a scratch off
you ain’t takin sh-t we gon blow your face off
man down if a n-gga try to play hard
we send yo -ss to the grave yard
i left his -ss in that same car
i want that cash ima take all
b-tch ima take all
b-tch b-tch ima take all

[hook]

- boota bang

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