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letra de flint niggaz don't play - dayton family

shoestring packin glock for the nine-tre
triple beamer squeeze the trigga b-tch you gonna die today
wanted to kill her find a killer lurkin with a tec-9
don’t you b-tches give me sh-t cause hoes i’m out to kill for mine
if you squeal you get killed or caught up in the rapture
infrared is on your head so b-tch i gots to blast ya
so if you got some beef, you betta let your nuts hang
cause b-tches are bein wasted and tasted like cocaine
n-gg-s are talkin sh-t, but they don’t really want none
if you toot and (help me out here) b-tches come and get you some
cause i don’t discriminate so what the f-ck you want to do
n-gg-s and b-tches are catchin bullets and cops are catchin slugs too
shoestrings on the f-ckin loose, creepin in the f-ckin deuce
deep dish gold daytons sixteen switches and they fully juiced
okies on the f-ckin dash, smokin on that open hash
time to get some gas, i pull up and i drop that -ss
n-gg-s are gettin jealous, they hoes and they ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
but i’m packin fo-fo and it’s tucked up under the seat and,
if you talk some sh-t, you hoes gon catch the trigga
a one little two little tato chip -ss n-gg-
all you hoes is dressed in blue packin wit a .22
miggety miggety man to man chest to chest now what the f-ck you b-tches
wanna do?

wa-da-da-dayt
wa-da-da-dayt-hey
what the f-ck you wanna do? flint n-gg-z don’t play!
wa-da-da-dayt
wa-da-da-dayt-hey
what the f-ck you wanna do? flint n-gg-z don’t play!
wa-da-da-dayt
wa-da-da-dayt-hey
what the f-ck you wanna do? flint n-gg-z don’t play!
wa-da-da-dayt
wa-da-da-dayt-hey
what the f-ck you wanna do? flint n-gg-z don’t play!

i’m a work do more dirt than a little bit
play your punk -ss like clock and b-tch this is your last tick
n-gg-s get they -ss kicked for pullin in more hoes stuff
muthaf-cka steppin up straight gettin smoked like (crowblood? )
livin in flint city such a pity but i’m holdin mine
any static got a uzi, automatic and a nine milli-mil
so grab your f-ckin grill when i pull it
empty the clip into your face and make you take these f-ckin bullets
cause you n-gg-s kill me, claimin that you real gs,
knowin d-mn well that you hoes never thrill me
so n-gg- n-gg- fall back from all that and then some
fools get dropped, popped from f-ckin around with shotguns
i’m the m-th-f-ckin grave digga hittin n-gg-s where it hurts
diggin the f-ckin dirt but don’t even try to burp
cause momma gave birth to a m-th-f-ckin lunatic
punks try to jump f-ck around and get they sh-t split
cause the smif and the wesson teachin hoes lessons daily
punks tryin to fade me too late to say i’m crazy
so play like rodney king motherf-cker lets all get along
or catch 17 strong from that f-ckin chrome
cause you’s a m-th-f-ckin how you know i’m talkin to
i ain’t sayin no names, b-tch, now what the f-ck you wanna do?

i’m a villain killin n-gg-s for the fun of it
psychopath from dayton ave. n-gg-s don’t want none of it
a monster from the streets, any beef i’ll make you bite the bullet
actin like a gangsta b-tch, packin one but scared to pull it
lost in a ? ? ? f-ck my boss i’ll robb his -ss too
ain’t no limitations on the n-gg-s that i’m runnin through
cut five bucked wild
never ever loved a hoe
n-gg-s are tryin to run the race but droppin every mile i go
toss em up, toss em up, who in the f-ck gets f-cked next?
bustin caps in b-tches mouths, rapin hoes and takin s-x
leave a n-gg- bleedin shoot him twice then i’m through wit it
felt like tina turner, what the f-ck love got to do wit it?
my n-gg- got indicted tryin to fight it just sit back and chill
if i make a mil you got a million dollar appeal
so m-th-ph-ck the fbi, gotta make a drug buy
fiends on my d-ck and i got to get them b-tches high
runnin like a stallion
makin money like italians
don’t f-ck with my crew, tdf, now what you wanna do?

- dayton family

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