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letra de cant hang wit me - dtay59

[intro]
huh uh, real slime sh-t i can’t trust n0body these n-ggas ain’t been there for me
n-gga talk crazy, get put on that screen
said she wanna go out buy her cart on-

(suck my d-ck b-tch)
(raf, raf)

[chorus]
(uh, huh, uh, uh)
huh, n-gga wanna bring up some dumb sh-t
only cause the mobb said he can’t hang
and i tote this scope’ n-gga bust yo brain
we gon’ run 5 drills cause a n-gga can’t bang

why i break yo heart? cause this sh-t getting lame
don’t feel bad for me you can’t feel my pain
we gon’ bust his brain if he think bout’ sn-tching my godd-mn chain
nih-n-ggas know how we get down, on gang

[bridge]
tha-that hoe made for the streets i can tell by the way that she look in my eyes off frain
i’m on a purge my white-t stained
that my hoe but she ain’t my main

got a glock tucked n-gga f-ck yo thang
and my bro locked up free lil’ s sh-t lame
can’t love no hoe my trust gon drain
real slime sh-t i can’t trust no uh
[verse 1]
real slime sh-t i can’t trust n0body these n-ggas ain’t been there for me
n-gga talk crazy, get put on that screen
said she wanna go out, buy her cart on shein
and the money coming spending all my green
n-gga i ain’t no hoe, i ain’t saying sorry
and her back get blown like a birthday cake at my lil brothers birthday party

[verse 2]
hop in the whip we gon crash in that rari’ (rari on god)
n-gga get put on that t.v
sometimes i feel like you don’t even need me (why?)
a.t.p lil’ b-tch just leave me (yah)

we catch a opp make a n-gga disappear just like houdini
bipolar as f-ck ion wanna be mean (what?)
pour my cup with some muh’f-ckin lean
and free baby owoah, give a f-ck bout yo team

[verse 3: envy jc]
huh, yeah she f-cked them n-ggas for real
if he keep talking down he get k!lled
[?] too fast b-tch i’m real
miss my dog yeah he gave me chills

i can’t top i need me a mill yeah
sorry i can’t feel ya
pockets too fat yeah they filled yeah
[verse 4]
huh yeah, but i don’t wanna see her
she want all of me b-tch i leave her
b-tch i’m fast just like cheetah
please don’t clown me, i don’t need ya
i’m finna smoke hunnids of [?] ya
huh ah, huh-

[chorus]
huh, n-gga wanna bring up some dumb sh-t
only cause the mobb said he can’t hang
and i tote this scope’ n-gga bust yo brain
we gon’ run 5 drills cause a n-gga can’t bang

[verse 1]
tha-that hoe made for the streets i can tell by the way that she look in my eyes off frain
i’m on a purge my white-t stained
that my hoe but she ain’t my main

got a glock tucked n-gga f-ck yo thang
and my bro locked up free lil’ s sh-t lame
can’t love no hoe my trust gon drain

- dtay59

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