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letra de no warning shots - fat trel & yowda

[verse 1: fat trel]
i’m rappin’ work just to keep the [?] away
after proper preparation then get sent away
in and out the game i made a smooth getaway
who’d ever knew that i’d be rappin’ work a different way
you n-ggas can’t fit my pants, socks, or my shoes
barely payin’ rent, how the f-ck you pay some dudes
i got my cars and my jewelry, oh i love my grind
you n-ggas ain’t sold a brick until you wrote a rhyme
i see you rap n-ggas like hangin’ out with ratchets
what makes it worse you suckers like to run in packs
my lil’ n-gga ridin’ round with 30 in his glock
he only shoot to k!ll he don’t give no warnin’ shots
every city, every hood its the same story
n-ggas [?] for a moment of glory
gettin’ money is my job and my past time
you suckas only rappin’
boy i live this life of crime

[chorus: fat trel]
boy respecting where i’m at
[?] but i don’t need a p-ss
loyalty over the cash
got my whole life sittin’ in this stash
for a whip movin’ fast
i don’t move if it ain’t about the cash
duckin’ suckas in the [?]
you gon’ die if i don’t pop up without the mask

[verse 2: yowda]
feelin’ like the realest which is fat n-gga
ask around how i’m 50 round at n-gga
poppin’ up a flat throw it back quicka’
catch a op, i’ma put him on his back n-gga
stop, i [?] rap n-ggas
should’a ran how i motherf-ckin’ clock n-ggas
anywhere i go, i got n-gga
couple racks, then we f-ckin’ up the sacks n-gga
i just got a n-gga
it wasn’t robbery until i shot a n-gga
hunnid xans in the locker n-gga
for a dolla’ i’ll break em’ up proper n-gga
and my n-gga yowda got a lot of n-ggas
maserati drop head, whole lot n-gga
n-gga gettin’ big guap n-gga
in the kitchen f-ckin’ up the hole pot n-gga

- fat trel yowda

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