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letra de lord knows - fabolous

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your worst nightmare be this verse right here
but good, that’s what you n-gg-s get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in that he-rs- right there
and i bet his weeping homies won’t do sh-t but call them peoples on me
hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
i’mma keep it sosa while these n-gg-s keep it tony
you gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
we go in n-gg-s’ mouths, i don’t know bout b-tches’ purses
and what’s up with this, “i’m just sayin'” sh-t?
f-ck asked you? you shouldn’t be saying sh-t
problem is, -ssholes always saying sh-t
but money talks — you ain’t got it, then you shouldn’t be saying sh-t
like plaxi-ho, oops, i mean plaxico
talking bout we get ’em robbed — shut the f-ck up, cheddar bob
you know the story, n-gg- come home, set it sob
gonna be a hater cause he can’t find a better job
n-gg- at home, feeling like he out of town
n-gg- on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
that just my opinion, but who really f-cking with me, huh?
why give a f-ck it makes no sense to give
that ray j sh-t got me so sensitive
big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
b-tch n-gg-, i see through your tranny disguise
your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
you can’t touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
and you don’t want them n-gg-s in your house though
trying to see if you got indo’/outdo’
i ain’t one to put no info out, no
you start sh-t, i end sh-t — intro/outro
you under the influence, i’m over the bullsh-t
you on a empty tank, i got a full clip
you got the drool dripping from the wolves’ lips
don’t have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay blah
yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
mase-qua, that’s the four-door ‘rati
my aston martin, made that a four-door body
double pipes, that’s my four-door shotty
sitting but i’m sh-tting, that’s my four-door potty
ain’t too many ride like me, literally
this what separates the majors from the little league
little me, just trying to be the bigger person
dr. bruce banner, but the n-gg- version
and you don’t want to see me angry
you won’t like it when i’m angry
my condolences from the boss
all i could say, sorry for your loss

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