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letra de no letting up - dee watkins

[intro]
d-mn bt
ahh
uh, yeah
what up
ayy, let’s go
uh-ayy

[verse 1]
i ain’t trippin’ on nothin’, i’m switchin’ up hoes and switchin’ up my location
24/7, no days off, ain’t got no time for no vacation
my b-tch bad and she match my fly, might just give her my baby
all-all these lame ass n-ggas tryna take my b-tch, well guess what n-gga she taken

[verse 2]
play with me and that’s gon’ be the day i knock his head off
police got behind me in the cat, that’s when i sped off
he was tryna run i let the draco cut his legs off
only time i hide is when i tryna get the feds

[verse 3]
off. (wha?) me. (uh) she. (let’s go)
n-ggas tryna take my soul none this sh-t ain’t free (let’s go)
all of that flexin’, ain’t nothin’ to see (uh-uh)
all of thеse b-tches ain’t nothin’ to me (uh-uh)
all of this watеr like i’m in the sea (uh-uh)
she leavin’ you and she comin’ to me (ayy)
[verse 4]
steppin’ on sh-t i ain’t tryna debate
play with my money, i spit in his face
why this lil’ b-tch keep callin’ me bae?
told that lil’ ho get the f-ck out my face
still in the hood, i’m still on the k
run up that money and stay out the way
watch yo’ mouth, ‘for i fly at yo’ bae
f-ck from the back and i nut on her face (ayy)

[chorus]
none of my n-ggas ain’t regular (uh-uh)
you wanna f-ck and you beggin’ her (uh-uh)
i’ma keep goin’, ain’t lettin’ up (go)
f-ckin’ that money, i’m s-xual (let’s go)
we turnin’ opps to vegetables (woo)
if you 100 i’m blessin’ you (rrrrah)
n-ggas be telling they federal (uh)
if you a rat then i’m scared of you

[verse 5]
i got love for all my fan
b-tch, back up i’m not yo’ man
caught him in person that f-ck n-gga ran
she try to f-ck me as soon as i land (uh)
[prechorus]
i don’t f-ck with none of you lil’ n-ggas that’s the way i feel
he say he a [z?] i bet voodoo sh-t ain’t savin’ him

[verse 6]
5150, i turned up the city
b-tches be broke but be actin’ [?]
chopper on me, ’bout the size of a midget
show me the money, i’m goin’ to get it
boy you a rat, i’ma call you [‘lil?]
you stay close to money but you never gon’ spend it
bro off the perky, he scratchin’ and itchin’
he finna [catch a ?] in a minute

[verse 7]
step on a n-gga, then get out and die
me and my n-ggas will never divide
none of these n-ggas don’t be outside
and they be single like mary j. blige
n-ggas, hoes, oh my god
and they b-tches, i’m not surprised
f-ck my opps i’m still alive
tell them n-ggas, “come and slide.”
yeah

- dee watkins

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