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letra de this n that - daeisalone

[chorus]
you must’ve thought i was a runner (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought i was a snake
you must’ve thought i was a snitch
you must’ve thought i was a b-tch (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought it was gon’ be this
and b-tch you thought was gon’ be that
you must’ve thought i was a runner (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought i was a snake
you must’ve thought i was a snitch
you must’ve thought i was a b-tch (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought it was gon’ be this
and b-tch you thought was gon’ be that

[verse]
blocc sell weed, rocc
ain’t fighting sh-t, three glocks
shortie got that mean box
i heard that she give mean top
told her if i spot him got him
let me get that beat box
she look like a model, model
like them insta feed bots
now i’m rocking nike, jordan
used to be some fila
balling like i’m michael jordan
you still in thе bleachers
i did what i wanted, wantеd you listened to teachers
i did what i wanted, wanted you listened to teachers
[chorus]
you must’ve thought i was a runner (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought i was a snake
you must’ve thought i was a snitch
you must’ve thought i was a b-tch (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought it was gon’ be this
and b-tch you thought was gon’ be that
you must’ve thought i was a runner (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought i was a snake
you must’ve thought i was a snitch
you must’ve thought i was a b-tch (nah, nah, nah, nah)
you must’ve thought it was gon’ be this
and b-tch you thought was gon’ be that

[verse: sacr!f!c3]
must’ve thought that i was that
rata tat tat with the gat
i blow at your face
don’t blow at your back
i blow out her back
then show me a sacc
got racks on racks i’m making earth flat
got me some hits i know you heard that
diamonds so wet they look like a bird bath
i make you take a dirt bath, hurt bad
i broke up with her but that was her bad
too mad, so sad i’m in a maybach
looking like madmax
flossing the red
chilling in my hotbed
you know that you just shop at
clean up your blood wit a shop bag
took your homies head off that was my bad
but you know my gang we is about that
[verse: young 6ix]
huh, y’all must’ve thought
that a n-gga out here really ain’t k!lling opps
we pull up on n-ggas with a motherf-cking chop
and that n-gga be mad cause i got me a glock
huh, huh, huh, huh
five times to the body he popped
pull up on n-ggas with the motherf-cking, yea aight
n-gga mad, cause his b-tch eat the d-ck like a whopper
yea that n-gga always capping in his raps don’t got no chopper
i run down on n-ggas every song he make it’s a flopper
and that n-gga just made cause his b-tch a f-cking bopper d-mn

- daeisalone

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