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letra de fan - est gee

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
perfect way to friend a snake to find a rat (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, these n-ggas ain’t like that and they know it too (and they know it too)
what you know ’bout hoppin’ out no mask so the opps know it’s you? (john gotitt)
that don’t matter, brains splatter, channel 5, channel 2
he ain’t survive to tell ’em who (he ain’t survive)
i learned from the streets, if sh-t get heat, the opps’ll tell on you (the opps’ll tell on you)
whole lot of n-ggas dead, the others scarеd, and the rest vegеtables
shiner from the island off riata, yeah, i’m reputable (yeah, i’m reputable)
all you known for is f-ckin’ up your bag (f-ckin’ up your bag), wreckin’ on the ‘gram (wreckin’ on the ‘gram)
post up the whole next week and a half, i’m tryna do ’em bad (i’m tryna do ’em bad)
simple sh-t that n-ggas never grasp (never), that’s why they never last (that’s why they never)
n-ggas be survivin’, never live, don’t keep what they k!ll
scared to death ’cause they know we for real (they know), fat boy grab the wheel (fat boy grab)
two calls later find out where he live (find out), he better not be here (he better not)
all he seen that drac’ swing in his face and then he disappear
quicker than a brick of clear, we put sh-t up like chandeliers

[chorus]
yeah, i wonder what n-ggas think when they make posts hopin’ i see ’em (wen they make posts hopin’ i see ’em)
and next post, they snot nose, face tore up, grievin’ (face tore up grievin’)
a dior shirt and amiri jeans ain’t never stop no bleedin’ (never stop no blood)
a n-gga do a whole lot of talkin’, ain’t never shot no people (ain’t never shot no one)
you took advice from an angel, found out later maybe it was a demon
in case they sayin’ that they seen me, i got a lawyer paid, we’ll beat it (got a lawyer paid, i’ll beat it)
a perfect way to friend a snake to find a rat to feed him
i ain’t never ever made a n-gga ever feel like i need him (ever feel like i need him)
[verse 2]
yeah, my daddy a gangster, ain’t no way that i’ll disgrace him (ain’t no way that i’ll disgrace him)
if you slid and ain’t bake ’em, ain’t no way i’m ‘posed to pay you (it ain’t no way that i’m gon’ pay)
it’s rules they keep on breakin’, so we keep givin’ out spankings (keep on givin’ spankings)
and blood is how you thank us, or pay lawyer for them cases
my young n-ggas is anxious, but he patient when he waitin’ (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
jump out the car and chase ’em, on the way, he up his rankin’ (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
and we move like you get more chances at life when you take it (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
he was gangster ’til he caught a case and then he wrote a statement, i don’t thank it
where you did it at? staked out, split ’em at
cooked it up and made a bigger batch, where your k!llers at?
street sh-t happen, you straight to the ‘net, ain’t shot nothing yet
i know seein’ me shinin’ hurt your chest, think you playin chess
but playin’ games out here gon’ get you stretched, i’ma throw a tec (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro]
yeah, never needed no n-gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
if it’s love, it’s love
what it is, not what is was
most of the time n-ggas start to be b-tches
and you a b-tch n-gga, did nothing since ’06, evident

- est gee

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