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letra de where them niggas go - f 8 k

[f 8 k : hook]
where them n-ggas go when ‘em racks low
then they claim they hate us but they fans though
started booking n-ggas yeah we masked up
gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come

[f 8 k: verse 1]
remember i had my back on the wall
n-ggas ain’t calling no more
counting these blue faces ain’t taking no loss
k!ll all these n-ggas can’t show no remorse
ran with the work now i got me a buzz
deep in my thoughts fell inlove with ‘em drugs
you said you was solid but you f-ck with the opps
now you calling my phone we can’t kick it no more
iced up my fist so i filled it with rocks
stacking the guap gotta get mе some more
buy what she want fеll inlove with that torch
and i told all my n-gga we going in first
been through some sh-t that done f-cked up my trust
left me down bad but i thought we was blood
started off slow i was broke as a b-tch
left me down bad i was broke as a b-tch
got a few thousands i thought i was lit
turned your back on me you know a b-tch
n-ggas ain’t solid they talk to they b-tch
then k!ll for the b-tch that gon fucc off the rip
back me in my feelings you n-ggas ain’t sh-t
and i keep me a pole you n-ggas ain’t sl!ck
don’t ask me for sh-t you n-ggas ain’t real
gotta stick with my dawgs your n-ggas ain’t real

[ f 8 k: hook]
where them n-ggas go when ‘em racks low
then they claim they hate us but they fans though
started booking n-ggas yeah we masked up
gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come

where them n-ggas go when ‘em racks low
then they claim they hate us but they fans though
started booking n-ggas yeah we masked up
gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come

[f 8 k : verse 2]
ride with my n-ggas i keep a hundred
f-ck all these b-tches you know they ain’t honest
when you sit for a bid they gon act like you dead
now you back to the top they be acting like fiends
came in a year i’ve been chasing ‘em bags
f-cked on a b-tch then i gave her some racks
married to the money i can’t fumble the bag
don’t play with the gang they gon put you in the cloud
if you want all the smoke then you could drop us the lo’
wet up your block back to back in a row
if i catch him down bad then i’m swinging the pole
i can’t f-ck with the hoes they be doing the most
time to go slide then i’m calling the bros
eyes on the rear view and i’m clutching my pole
pull up on me three shots to your dome
pull up on me you getting shot in your dome
[f 8 k: hook]
where them n-ggas go when ‘em racks low
then they claim they hate us but they fans though
started booking n-ggas yeah we masked up
gotta stay on my grind till ‘em bags come

- f 8 k

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