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letra de don't make me none (em v.1) - c-mob

[intro]
boss

[hook: t-rock]
don’t make me none (none)
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun (fun)
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
don’t make me none
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
you don’t wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
you don’t really make me none fool
[verse 1: t-rock]
you don’t really make me none
you don’t really wanna get gangsta huh
whole d-mn world gonna know it if i shank ya
popping at the mouth you a certified prankster
so run into the one bet you know i gon gang ya
trigger finger fired off heart full of anger
mask on face in a world full of danger
enemies engulfed in the flame of a strangler
make a murder look suicidal when i frame ya
n-ggas wanna f-ck with the so i gotta keep the medical supplies
of the mind, i’m a reefer addict
n-ggas coming like they wanna repent a n-gga dead where ya stand
i ain’t playing as i delete the static
on a paper chase
i ain’t playing with you n-ggas and b-tches who wanna bum on the area
we keep a car full of gats though we live like a whole bunch of fallen cats
i f-ck around when ya bury her

[hook: t-rock]
don’t make me none (none)
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun (fun)
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
don’t make me none
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
you don’t wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
you don’t really make me none fool
[verse 2: area 51]
you got a problem with a n-gga it don’t mean nothing to go and get the can
shoot at everything away little boy
sh-t is getting questioned and i aye man i swear that every n-gga living initially got charged
plus i got bars that’ll straight destroy
and a couple b-tches too that’ll make that noise
get loud with me and i promise that i’ll put the shawties d-ck in mouth
i pull it then i take yo voice
make sh-t work cause if he don’t wanna get it
this is just gangster sh-t cause you a b-tch in yo heart
it ain’t hard to realize a n-gga ain’t a g cause they fake and they cushy they’re sh-t from the start
b-tch you ain’t hard
you’re as soft with that hot sh-t
man my clique is not the one to pop with
you better get your whole motherf-cking crew behind your back if you don’t wanna get your punk ass shot quick

[hook: t-rock]
don’t make me none (none)
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun (fun)
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
don’t make me none
still tote that gun (gun)
you don’t wanna get popped n-gga
ain’t sh-t fun
still get me one (so what)
f-ck what i get some
you don’t wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
y’all don’t really wanna get gangsta with it
if i got a tool i’ll bang you with it
if i got a tool i’ll sting you with it
you don’t really make me none fool
[verse 3: area 51]
i do it hoe
i put the clip where your tongue go
two bullets rip through you pr-nto
hoe, so much blood that your loins show
so quick but you run slow
you only at while i bomb boats
so far so don’t come close
y’all need a band for this drumroll
take precautions i’m so violent
test drunk out on gun pilots
say you’re [around?] my hard line
put it on my d-mn life you’re a pump rind
dip that man for the skull silence
steady rain are enemy you dumb thot
you don’t like to talk sh-t cause you too wimp bout it
but i shoot for the green like a supersonic

[verse 4: c-mob]
b-tch it ain’t nothing to reach for the weapon when people be stepping on enemy ground
blasting you dead with a half of a head in the same way that they had shot kennedy down
don’t try to come around stunting, mean mugging, or fronting, all fakers are finne be clowns
straight to the neck with the shawty ten feet from your body is right where your head’ll be found
you don’t wanna see me let the hot ones go
better get to running when i lock and load
the devilness inside of me is not controlled
i gotta get my money, let my pockets grow
i’ve been f-cked up since the day begun
pop another tab, i’mma take me one
i don’t give a f-ck if you hate me son
cause i’m all about my money it don’t make me none

- c mob

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