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letra de not like us freestyle - dababy

[intro]
people wan’ know why i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’
’cause my momma wit’ the sh-ts, and my big brothers was thuggin’, n-gga
i used to try to thug it wit’ my big brothers, they used to tell me “godd-mn n-gga, nah, h-ll nah, n-gga, take yo’ ass in the house, n-gga, f-ck you doin’, n-gga?”
they’ll let my friend hit the—hit the blunt, n-gga
he—he over here wit’ me
people wonder why i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’
’cause my momma wit’ the sh-ts, and my big brothers was thuggin’, n-gga

[verse 1]
look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk n-ggas
like, even if my momma f-ck wit’ ya, i wouldn’t f-ck wit’ ya
go ask, n-gga, i wouldn’t share a motherf-ckin’ blunt wit’ ya
and i wouldn’t walk up on me if you ain’t got yo’ motherf-ckin’ gun wit’ ya
i’m blastin’
n-ggas go run they mouth, you see what happеn
n-gga, i’m from the south where wе get active
n-gga gon’ watch his mouth, but we gon’ smash him
we’ll get on yo’ ass like we some khakis, on some west coast sh-t
n-ggas ain’t like me, n-gga

[interlude]
haha
yeah, n-ggas is not like us
n-ggas is not like us
[verse 2]
n-ggas ain’t like me, dope boy, white t, fitted hat
i was shootin’ cr-ps and playin’ spades when you played pitty pat
i was taught a n-gga put his hands on you, then hit him back
and if he actin’ like he wanna put his hands on you, then hit him first
i was hoppin’ out wit’ trash bags, them b-tches full of work
you can ask the last few n-ggas that played wit’ me, they’ll tell you bullets hurt
and i ain’t talkin’ about the pews that you sit in but i got that wooden church
if a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, i bet i put him down
i’m the one that up the score on n-ggas, that’s why i’m still in town
i’ll get on yo’ ass all by myself and make you simmer down
n-gga, you the type to meet the f-ckin’ plug and try to steal a pound
when you could’ve got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid n-gga
they ain’t gon’ play wit’ me when they see me ’cause i’ma shoot the n-gga
ever since i was three, they hate on me, i’m kinda used to n-ggas
they callin’ the god d-mn phone all through the night; i’m out in houston wit’ a five
go against bossman, i’ll boosie n-ggas

[interlude]
believe that, n-gga

[verse 3]
point behind the tint, n-gga, don’t ever pull beside me
all them guns in yo’ pics, n-gga, is you ever gon’ get a body?
i grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
this ain’t karate kid, i put that iron on mr. miyagi
this ain’t for college kids, somebody gon’ die in here if they try me
i’m one of the coldest rappers out here that’s alive, but they tryna hide me
i was gettin’ fo’ hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn’t buy me
i’ll leave one of these b-tch-ass n-ggas right here on the flo’, that’s on my momma
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like her baby, i be poppin’ this sh-t for my daughter
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like they daddy, i be poppin’ this sh-t for my niece
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like they unc’, i’ma make the f-ckin’ news every time they f-ck wit’ me or touch me
on my motherf-ckin’ brother, n-gga
block a b-tch, delete her motherf-ckin’ number
i ain’t finna talk to you ’til the end of motherf-ckin’ summer
these n-ggas sports bettin’, talkin’ ’bout the over and under
i used to score extra, come get fo’, i’ll throw you another
n-gga, my life gta, i’m really livin’ the way i wanna
ready to shoot like sga, i ride wit’ two, you know it’s thunder
keep it too, b-tch, you ain’t stepped on sh-t
i’ma keep on trippin’ ’cause i’m slept on
the rawest n-gga wit’ a microphone and some headphones
when i catch a n-gga, they gon’ say that we did him dead wrong
got a pocket full of big blue hunnid’s, but i’m still f-ckin’ wit’ a redbone
that f-ckin’ ’round wit’ me bad for you baby, better off doin’ heroin
and she know i like to get head from her, gettin’ head better when her hair long
i’m paranoid, i pull the pistol out and point it at you if you stare long
a b-tch got ’bout two weeks for me to care, ’cause i don’t really care long
i would tell you ask the last n-ggas that played wit’ me, but they’re gone
them n-ggas done caught a flat and they can’t come back, i guess they spare gone
i’ma finna fly out to lax and go have me some grammy s-x
and smoke on me some cali’ weed wit’ a pistol in my gallery
i’m tryna see ’bout her friend who wanna f-ck, so now she mad at me
play wit’ me, it’s (fah, fah, fah), another casualty, doa
i don’t do no cashapp, send that to my boa
once a f-ckin’ month, i send a zelle to get my bm straight
n-gga play wit’ me, gon’ play in h-ll, b-tch, i don’t even play
wit’ kids that ain’t my family, n-gga, see me and they ask me, n-gga
[outro]
n-ggas wonder why i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’
’cause my last name kirk and my big brothers was thuggin’, n-gga
yeah
another demonstration
uh
that’s my baby

- dababy

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