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letra de american gangster - detwan love

[intro]
i won’t be long (lorenz, don’t stop)
lord, please forgive me

[verse]
i’ma blood, ain’t gon’ lie, i learned the game from a vice lord
i tripped out in elementary, they sent me to the psych ward
my n-gga 6’6″—, hmm
my n-gga 6’6″, he always got that cannon like cyborg
yeah, i hit your baby momma from the side, i’m the side [?]
it’s all fun and games until we at his house like the landlord
b-tch thought i was payin’ for her food, i ain’t payin’ for it
i’ma slime, i’d fight my baby momma in front of the landlord (yeah)
i know where he live, yeah
just ’cause you had a mask don’t mean we don’t know who you is
mmm, woop
these n-ggas poppin’ n-ggas and goin’ back to the crib, and playin’ lil’ [?]
my lil’ cousins droppin’ n-ggas, they ain’t playin’ like no f-ckin’ kids
i don’t really pray no more, i know the lord already know what i did
we don’t give a f-ck about that n-gga bein’ your youngest kid
come out the crib, hit a n-gga in his back for tryna steal
b-tch, i’m independent, i ain’t tryna sign no deals
when i think about lil’ jalen, ain’t gon’ lie, that sh-t give me chills
i know a n-gga buyin’ pints instead of tris and he know they ain’t sealed
you ain’t seen no dead body, then stop talkin’ about how it feel
my n-gga got a .40 with the scope, he let see how it feel
b-tches get mad and let anybody feel
oh, you up pape’? but you a rat, how your life feel?
oh, you think we fightin’ in walmart? how this knife feel?
my best friend smoke crack now, oh, how that pipe feel?
run a opp over on a motorcycle, oh, how that bike feel?
how the f-ck you sale shrooms and you don’t know who twiice is?
how the f-ck is that your mans and you don’t know where he live? yeah
p-ssy-ass n-ggas
why the f-ck you got a gun? lil’ boy, you ain’t gon’ k!ll
n-ggas ’round this b-tch gettin’ smoked for tryna act real
beat a n-ggas ass ’til you can’t recognize ’em like emmit till (sh-t)
mmm-hmm
my n-gga got his ass smoked for tryna tell n-ggas chill
i don’t know how i feel, i’ll k!ll some’
i ain’t tryna watch no netflix, i’m tryna fee some’
my n-gga home from 15, he still tryna k!ll some’
ever since my lil’ brother died, i really don’t feel nothin’
b-tch think she f-ckin’ me real good, i don’t feel nothin’
ever since i said i’m done takin’ pills, i took six of ’em
slide down a n-gga block with one gun and hit six of ’em
he a b-tch, he let a n-gga take his stick off ’em
i’ll slide on a n-gga while the kids playin’ criss cross
i’m outside with my shirt off like rick ross
i don’t wanna f-ck your baby momma, she exhaustin’
you ain’t gotta count on me, lil’ b-tch, you been lost me
i don’t wanna love, f-ck b-tches, i’m exhausted
you hopped out, shot fifty shots and you missed
boy, you lost it, yeah
and when we see you, we gon’ chalk you
n-gga talkin’ crazy, i’ll off ’em
n-ggas can’t wait to see me in a coffin
i know my n-gga love me, yeah, they ridin’
they pullin’ up, i know they comin’
i was f-ckin’ this one b-tch, and she was f-ckin’ andre drummond
hmm, b-tch, the nba player
when them bullets hit the—, okay
when them bullets hit the house, i guarantee they knock off every layer
i’ll pull up to get my money with my strap like the tax payer, yeah
pp, i heard they back-payin’
f-ck i look like beefin’ with a n-gga who baby momma one of my biggest fans?
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout me to the hoes, they really fans
you think i’m cuffin’ you? b-tch, you got a onlyfans
n-ggas flashin’ bands but they mans in a f-ckin’ jam
b-tch, stop touchin’ me, you don’t know me
mm, i sing and i’d pop a n-gga like mo3

- detwan love

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