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letra de tha world - buck lgr

loyalty gang run the f-ckn world… world! (repeated)

look! 1 thing about me i dnt talk much..
pull the strap out let it spark much..
wit everybody dien i dnt kno wat imma do.. they caught bruh lackin now u kno we wanna shoot!
throwin up ya set tell em put it on ya grave..
i was born wit this loyalty (the way that i was raised)..
everybody think they ballin but they dnt really got it..
just cause he got the strap dnt mean the n-gga shot it!
man these n-ggas ain’t clappers..
dese n-ggas ain’t trappers!!
if u listen to they music you will see that they ain’t rappers..
ion kno wat u call it..
just take they notebook n flush it down the toilet!!
cause yu wasting all this time u ain’t even on ya grind..
how u feel good saying it knowing u lying?
dere go my ego again..
i hope god dnt count this as a sin!
but somebody gotta tell em that these n-ggas ain’t felons..
if they back against the wall.. u kno they tellin!
cross ya homie just to stay a float..
well im shooting at ya boat!
n-gga gun smoke music i got bullets for ya stripes..
let it slide for a while this sh-t is over tonight !
or today man whenever this sh-t drop..
cause 12/12 thas when gsm drop!
im taking over dates..
giving n-ggas fate apperciate the love as well as the hate!
yu supposed to be my brother..
put me down to a chick.. i guess he love her !
man i ain’t holding back..
bash brim got the strap!
if he get the drop on u he shootin u where u at..
this .40 cal break bones.. ahh
this .40 cal a break bonez !
man u ain’t like that n-gga stay in ya lane..
u ca die over raps n-gga searching for fame!
talkin bout me to a chick so i kno u ain’t real..
the next time i c u imma tell u how i feel!
man that liteskin chick now she dancing on the pole..
i got her all on tape dancing on this pole!
another word imma post it..
we in the hood & we posted!
you betta kno we strapped..
yea all of my n-ggas clap!
yea dey all shooters im the only 1 that rap..
they told me go dnt hold nothing back wen i get a platinum plaque just give em a bag of straps!
you n-ggas talk it but u ain’t in the hood..
na, u ain’t in the hood!
man u can’t even go there n-ggas dnt like u..
i herd yu called the cops wen n-ggas wanted to fight u!
thas a lil secret that slipped out..
dnt run up on me yappin cause u kno wat im about!
ion got no friends man im ending it here if u ain’t shine or u ain’t brim man approach me wit fear..
yu threw dirt on a real n-gga name i ca put u in the paper if u lookin for sum fame!
n-gga gsm thas gun smoke music if u run up on me yappin den u kno that imma use it.. (repeated) -buck brim

- buck lgr

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