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letra de no you not - daboii

[intro]
yeah, i ain’t f-cking wit’ you b-tches
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you n-ggas
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you b-tches
yeah, on the, yeah

[chorus: daboii]
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you n-ggas, i ain’t f-cking wit’ you b-tches (never)
why the opps ain’t never on they block? these n-ggas chickens
i be runnin’ up that bag, b-tch i be runnin’ up them digits
you can’t take the heat? then get the f-ck up out the kitchen
n-gga never to the neck, me and .40 when i ride
yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n-gga sh-t ain’t been the same since my brodie and them died
you gon’ do what? n-gga no you n-ggas not
[verse 1: daboii]
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you n-ggas, i ain’t f-cking wit’ you b-tches
why you in the hood without your gun? you n-ggas slippin’
i thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image
i gave her good d-ck, now she walking like a pigeon
p-ssy n-ggas throwing blitz up on the net, b-tch be specific
boy you bet not have no work there in your whip ’cause bro will bip it
i got n-ggas that i love that i don’t see, i keep my distance
boy i’ll hit the road with my b-tch before i ship it
yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs
lil’ n-gga try and take my b-tch, hmm, tuh
and n-gga you ain’t down to slide? n-gga why you got your gun?
and i’ll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
yep, disrespectful
f-ck what you rep foo’
told baby bend that ass over i’ma bless you
b-tch you ain’t special, get gone, let loose
told brodie if he fall, never trip, i’ma catch you

[chorus: daboii]
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you n-ggas, i ain’t f-cking wit’ you b-tches (never)
why the opps ain’t never on they block? these n-ggas chickens
i be runnin’ up that bag, b-tch i be runnin’ up them digits
you can’t take the heat? then get the f-ck up out the kitchen
n-gga never to the neck, me and .40 when i ride
yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n-gga sh-t ain’t been the same since my brodie and them died
you gon’ do what? n-gga no you n-ggas not
on the gang n-gga
[verse 2: g perico]
sh-t ain’t been the same since they k!lled my n-gga coley
i’m on the edge, so watch how you approach me
south central n-ggas can’t get caught without a gat
that n-gga acting hard but if he get caught, he might rat
my role model sold dope and gave me a pistol
when i took it i was just happy to be hanging with that n-gga
talking to the cops that’s what we don’t do
you ain’t gotta make no threats, n-gga just come through
i’m on a race against time, in the streets, behind the tint
in a benz with a .223
i ain’t f-cking with these n-ggas, ’cause these n-ggas i can’t trust
use these b-tches for a nut, when i’m done eat my dust
we ain’t gotta fake sh-t, n-gga f-ck your feelings
i’m all about my money, getting away i gots to ‘cute
i’m all about my gang, shout out the broadways
from the hundred’s to the fifty’s ’til they put me in my grave

- daboii

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