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letra de no games - bricc baby

[intro: young thug]
uh, thugger

[verse 1: young thug]
i got my back against the wall
b-tch with me no flaws
she above the law ’cause she take care of my dawg
i’m the princ-p-l, listen to my jaws
i’m the type of animal you can’t control
yeah, b-tch, i’m a warrior, my skin red like seminoles
speakin’ of red, my p-n-s is sponsored by red bottom
these b-tches want everybody
my whole brew, we got problems
they old man just sittin’ back watchin’
they gon’ k!ll us and we can’t stop
they just know we are the profit
hit the club, they know we got it
hit the club dressed in like poppin’
we gon’ f-ck up all the profit
got all of these b-tches bossin’ for my boxers
we gon’ eat ’em, we gon’ feed ’em to them divas
yeah, them divas run with heaters
they gon’ leave you for your maker
no anita, but i’m bakin’
lots of pizza’s what i’m makin’
them tortillas, i’m not fakin’, we got bacons
yeah, dropped a thirty at the dentist, lil’ n-gga, no shy
i got sixties for the cream, i feel like a pie
yeah, young thugger, man, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, we keep drippin’, you know what i’m sayin’?
[chorus: young thug]
how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that ysl don’t play no games with ’em?
no, how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that mpa don’t play no games?
no, how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that ysl gon’ bust his brain?
ayy, i’m gon’ bust his brains, no
mpa gon’ bust his brains

[verse 2: bricc baby]
pistol in my hand, back against the wall
i’ma play the game, win, lose or draw
all i have is my word and my f-ckin’ b-lls
and this forty on my waist to get the problem solved
thugger, tell ’em we don’t play
i quit school ’cause of recess, n-gga, i ain’t with no games
if [?] was a rat, it’ll probably be my face
these f-ck n-ggas wanna play
i’ll turn ’em christian like ma$e
i put that on the gang, i grew up on some other sh-t
sn-tchin’ chains and sellin’ n-ggas dummy bricks
and, sh-t, he might tell ’em, they don’t know who they f-ckin’ with
i’m so slime, that’s a shout to young thugger, b-tch
f-ck that n-gga you f-ckin’ with ’cause he ain’t me
i really had a quarter mill’ at twenty-three
you can search tall trees at the bottom of the sea
n-gga, please, the don’t make ’em like me
i done got shot then shot back
robbed n-ggas and got jacked
sold dope then got cracked
then i hit the brick then bounced back
now what the f-ck you call that?
a real n-gga, so thug, please ask ’em one question, bro
[chorus: young thug]
how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that ysl don’t play no games with ’em?
no, how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that mpa don’t play no games?
no, how the h-ll a n-gga think he playin’ games
and he know that ysl gon’ bust his brain?
ayy, i’m gon’ bust his brains, no
mpa gon’ bust his brains

- bricc baby

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