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letra de they don't know - breadwinna gdawg

[intro]
what?
oh, n-ggas just be lyin’ on me and sh-t (oh sh-t)
lyin’ to you the whole time, a n-gga said this, man, i don’t even know you (four sh-t, no ho sh-t)
never talked to you day in my life (run up, we gon’ blow sh-t)
b-tch-ass, lame-ass n-gga, man
you act, you act like you wanna suck a n-gga d-ck more than the hoes do (f-ck a n-gga on, man?)
g-y-ass n-gga, man (lame-ass n-gga)
let’s go, let’s go

[verse]
this for anyone talkin’ ’bout they want static (want some smoke)
can’t ask your man for no money ’cause he don’t have it (f-ck n-gga broke)
i just been chillin’, i’m ’bout to turn up my savage (up on these folks)
i f-cked that b-tch and i made her lay on the palette (yup, on the floor)
they don’t know i had a n-gga buy some p’s and i ain’t nevеr met him (i ain’t never mеt him)
you actin’ bougie, meanwhile, ho, your wrist synthetic (ho, your wrist synthetic)
real k!llers move in silence, and you move pathetic (and you move pathetic)
bro ‘posed to k!ll me, he let me slide, now i’m like let’s get it (let’s go)
too much talkin’, ain’t gon’ bust a move, then go and k!ll it (ayy, stop that talk)
and i still f-ck with ratchet, that’s my main sk!llet (ayy, that’s my main sk!llet)
yeah, i like her, but if she ask me, i won’t admit it (you know i won’t admit it)
please don’t put me in that sh-t ’cause look, my name been it (ayy, look, my name been it)
can’t f-ck no ho off your face, so they put my name in it (they put my name in it)
soon as i step in the club, i do my thang in it (i do my thang in it)
just met this ho and she ready to put my thang in it (and put my d-ck up in)
i’ma cop a boss and paint it white and put some thangs in it (let’s go)
you actin’ like another n-gga (what that is?), that’s fraud, n-gga (that’s fraud, n-gga)
when it’s on, can’t call it off, no disregard, n-gga (no disregard, n-gga)
shot up his mama house ’cause we spotted them in the yard, n-gga (they in that yard, n-gga)
it would’ve never happened if that boy wasn’t playin’ hard, n-gga (if he wasn’t playin’ hard, n-gga)
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no wave, but boy, you better keep that rod, n-gga (rod wave)
’cause when n-ggas get shot, the first person they call is god, n-gga (ayy, turn me up)
please don’t ask about no n-ggas you don’t see me ’round (don’t ask me)
you love your b-tch, you better hide her ’cause my n-ggas hounds (oh, that’s your ass, b)
stackin’ my money, that’s the reason you don’t see me ’round
he know i f-cked his b-tch, he still’ll walk up, try to give me pound
that sh-t be crazy (that sh-t be crazy)
[outro]
you recordin’ now?
alright
ayy
don’t be actin’ like it’s smoke, when you see me you don’t be actin’ like it’s smoke, cuz
feel me?

- breadwinna gdawg

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