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letra de you don't exist - cyraq

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(hook)

i gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah
you see my hand in my jacket with my gl!ck, yeah
we was broke we was tryna hit a l!ck, yeah
like a trained dog .40 make a n-gga sit, yeah
[?] walk up on me, you don’t know me
boy i told you that these opp n-ggas police
i shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
i’m really out here i just need you to hold me

(verse 1)

i walk in and see opps i’ma shoot the party up
like a dead opp, backwood i’ma spark it up
ebk we go hard and you not hard to us
all my brothers quick to shoot n-gga better guard us
empty the clip soon as you pour up
we poppin’ n-ggas gotta keep a tool tuck
tryna keep up with the gang you gon’ lose us
n-ggas hatin’, sticky bomb cause i blew up
pull up crash and we blast at yo face, yeah
desert eagle lemme find out you a snake, yeah
n-gga play we gon’ find him in the lake, yeah
i might catch a body then beat a case yeah

(hook)

i gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah
you see my hand in my jacket with my gl!ck, yeah
we was broke we was tryna hit a l!ck, yeah
like a trained dog .40 make a n-gga sit, yeah
[?] walk up on me, you don’t know me
boy i told you that these opp n-ggas police
i shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
i’m really out here i just need you to hold me

(verse 2)

you like my first love i just had to let you know
[?] 12 on me i just had to let you go
i’m too paranoid i just had to let it blow
i know you mad cause i got some cash and you broke
i got a glizzy and some gas, who want smoke
how the f-ck this n-gga die, cause he broke
dead prostitution n-ggas die in this hoe
[?]
i just wanted you to understand
you can’t be out here being friendly with another man
you wanna be my girlfriend, you can’t have brothers then
that’s my b-tch and i’ma k!ller so don’t talk to them
we spinnin’ back to back a n-gga sent some shots at us
we be stalkin’ if it’s smoke then we poppin’ up
i’m cyraq from the [?] boy i got a [?]
n-gga we got beef and we not tryna chop it up

(hook)

i gotta act like you don’t exist, yeah
you see my hand in my jacket with my gl!ck, yeah
we was broke we was tryna hit a l!ck, yeah
like a trained dog .40 make a n-gga sit, yeah
[?] walk up on me, you don’t know me
boy i told you that these opp n-ggas police
i shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
i’m really out here i just need you to hold me

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