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letra de n!na - deeboteebo

[intro] vito corleone
you can act like a man! what’s the matter with you?
is this how you turned out? a hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman?
oh, what do i do?

[verse one] deeboteebo
and you n-ggas keep crossing the line
whip out the choppa, i’m splittin’ his spine
b-tch n-gga, you can not stay by my side
only rock with the gang if you keeping a tie

trip onna lace, no case
stupid ass n-gga
sike, b-tch i lied

cap onna net
b-tch i will not forget
its clips for n-ggas i’m seeing outside

i ride with the heater
lil shorty a eater
i grab me a clip
and you know imma feed her
i call her my nina
my nina gon’ eat up
i grab the extendo
these bullets go (what)
you spin but you ain’t finna shoot
all of my n-ggas gon’ whip out the tool
all of my n-ggas be pulling on triggers
they aim at your livеr, but i’m keeping it cool

hold up, now they saying my name
cap on the nеt ‘cause you n-ggas is lame
don’t talk ‘bout ya game
if you ain’t do the same
if your mans catch a bullet, ya taking the blame

don’t walk in my premises, n-gga you fool
run it up and i’m packing my tool
you spin, i spin, all up in the news
remember my name when i spit in the stu’

remember the fame
‘cause you doubting it too
and remember the times i was kept in a coop
i was sleepin’ and dreamin’
‘bout getting it through
catch a body, no bl!ck
‘cause i don’t need to shoot

sticks up, bl!cks up
forty gon’ rip up
he tweeting his mind
but in person he hiccup
catch him, he slipped up
get him, he zipped up
slide through your block
and my n-ggas gon’ rip up
[verse 2] øs.von
b-tch, i keep shooting on shooting
i pull out the chop
and that p-ssy know imma lurk
this sh-ts real funny on the net
but you see me in person
it’s certain, i don’t see a smirk
the chop made him lazy
the clip red like brazy
i pull out the glock and i wet up his shirt
he talkin’ a lot on the net
but he see me in person
it’s certain, his ass getting murked

don’t need a box, b-tch, i got my nina
don’t need a box, b-tch, i got my heater
don’t need a bop, b-tch, i gotta leave her
don’t want your hoe, b-tch, you can keep her

talk on the net, get we up
b-tch ass kid, imma throw my set up
don’t need a glock, b-tch, i got my beretta
if he keep talking, his sh-t getting wet up

b-tch, that’s enough
your b-tch suck my d-ck everyday, n-gga, that’s tough
hit him in the mouth when a n-gga wanna bluff
these n-ggas are soft like a sandwich with fluff (like)
run into me, get hit in his leg
f-ck that, spin around, get hit in his head
b-tch, i keep spinnin’, i spin him again
like walk down gang hit him and his mans

and teddy, you a b-tch
when i see you in my city, then you know that its clips
tryna diss on my mans, imma throw you in a ditch
you used to be friends, now, n-gga you a b-tch
n-gga, your mans ain’t blood
he keep jacking my flag, imma send him above
make that n-gga fly, ain’t talkin’ no dove
when you see me, don’t say it’s all love

[verse 3] deeboteebo
don’t say it’s all love ‘cause you know that it ain’t
b-tch, this how opps get thrown in a lake
b-tch, whip my stick then turn to a blade
man, how many b-tches can i fit in a plate

(like) stick stick
come with a stick
(like) bl!ck bl!ck
come with a bl!ck
(like) hip hip
it’s kept in my hip
(like) spin up through ya block, choppa hit him
let it rip

i’m on with the semi
and i came with a five
imma call up all my n-ggas
‘cause my n-ggas finna ride
don’t trip on the gang
‘cause the gang gon’ slide
like five glocks
shot to his muh’f-cking eye
(uh) trip on me
gang go boom
opps in the spot
so i clear up the room
n-gga talking down
‘till that n-gga meet his doom
shoot for the stars, shoot for the moon

- deeboteebo

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