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letra de no dealings - enphamus

[intro: [?]]
always talkin’ now, i got them diamonds in my mouth

[chorus: enphamus]
if a n-gga jus’ gon’ be a n-gga
then why you get mad at a n-gga for being a n-gga?
i was jus’ broke, you wasn’t seein’ a n-gga
i’m rich now, i don’t want dealin’s witcha’
shouldn’t have got in my feelin’s witcha’
was sad as a b-tch, went to lean, not pistols
never believe in [?] that it’s over
this feelin’ is old then i’m breakin’ prescription
[post-chorus: enphamus]
yeah, told you the first day i met you that i wasn’t sh-t
you thought you could do better
no, we was just young as a b-tch, bein’ dumb as a b-tch
you was suckin’ my d-ck in the sto’
i couldn’t do it no mo’, when you said i was broke
it provoked me to drop my b-lls
crazy, you go from a section to blowin’ yo’ check
and den’ walkin’ by dem’ in the mall

[verse 1: enphamus]
i ain’t sh-t, i ain’t nothin’
you lookin’ for love, i’m lookin’ for fun
you look for forever, i look for a month
just want the face and i just want yo’ b-tt
i know you in love, you was diggin’ my touch
i do anything to sеcure a lil’ nut
first thing we fight then wе f-ck, then we fuss
i want you to leave, b-tch that’s [?]

[verse 2: enphamus]
nasty b-tch, i’m tired of y’all hoes
grown as f-ck, should be cleanin’ yo’ ass like a pro
give a f-ck if you got good p-ssy, ho, because you broke
pack yo’ sh-t, get a lyft, let the next b-tch in the door
ask my old b-tch, b-tch i’m a dog in everything i do
tint the window, bent the corner, spin ’em, spin ’em, hula hoop
n-ggas ridin’ ’round in vans, cryin’, bussin’ scooby doo
said she want designer, went with jc, do not jimmy choo
i took 15 out my sign-on and spent that sh-t on shoes
got on water, sippin’ muddy, bet it give my ex the blues
sippin’ codeine, call up zack, like i’m in london on his cruise
mr. moseby, this the suite life, n-gga play wit’ me, he through
[verse 3: enphamus]
ever heard of manslaughter?
i got switches and the choppas, ho
chop him down, tell his ass to “shhh,” bet’not make a sound
i’m rappin’ now
pull up, wrap a car ’bout what he rappin’ ’bout
yeah, i was a athlete, ask the last n-gga, i sent some rounds

[bridge: enphamus]
he ran his mouth but ran like he was usain in the hunnid’ meter
slimin’ out the reaper, the main reason i quit smokin’ reefer
ridin’ in the whip, i’m tryna’ park ’em, feelin’ like i’m peter
took so many shots, his head was swole, the car with diabetes

[post-chorus: enphamus]
yeah, told you the first day i met you that i wasn’t sh-t
you thought you could do better
no, we was just young as a b-tch, bein’ dumb as a b-tch
you was suckin’ my d-ck in the sto’
i couldn’t do it no mo’, when you said i was broke
it provoked me to drop my b-lls
crazy, you go from a section to blowin’ yo’ check
and den’ walkin’ by dem’ in the mall

- enphamus

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