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letra de what they want - fbg cash

yeah, this is what you want, n-gga
k!llers get you gone, n-gga
i suggest you don’t, n-gga
gang, gang, i been bout it
better ask your b-tch bout it
f-ck boys make no noise
i been blowin’ them, been clouded
i don’t f-ck with no hoe n-ggas
shot like bout four n-ggas
came home, put the gang on
now i’m on the s with some dope dealers
i don’t f-ck with no broke hoe
can’t stand no lame b-tch
all my hoes a1
so in love with them gang n-ggas
you sneak diss, get tied up
dark gang get fired up
you say he a dead man
if he cross the line, he get lined up
two hundred shots, that’s a drum roll
act up, i unload
two glock, both thirty shots
one ak, that’s a gun show
you f-ck boys get no love
yo hood got no buzz
me and my villains will come to your city
take over your city and post up
nowadays n-ggas b-tch made
i tote guns and get paid
my last b-tch went absent
and i pray to god she get aged
i ain’t slept in six days
they so soft, i go hard
i ain’t worried bout no boy
i’ll pull your hoe card
don’t call me your broke guard
these n-ggas be broke boys
sideline when i ride past
blowing gas, be neck clout lord
might talk sh-t from a c-ckpit
yo main b-tch on my block list
miss me with that opp sh-t
cause i pop up and i pop sh-t
i’m chain smoking these backwoods
can’t stop cause the pack good
i went to the feast feed me and
g’s beefing to act up
i’m rolling like a mack truck
always trying crack son
pockets always racked up
cause i back up to that back up
my young n-ggas on folly
they ain’t scared of n0body
big guns, they got em
so you don’t want these problems
if i said something, they got em
ride up and they spot em
walk up, look c-cky
and just spark em and he dropping
i took no breaks on this fast break
and they came through sh-t body
like 32 bars straight
this that new magic johnson
and my new flow on steroid
they flow on hair run
this that new free crack
they flow so stepped on
i lay up with my left arm
shoot sh-t with my right though
this four five so heavy
man down with my pipe blow
my old sh-t get more hits
and your new sh-t so basic
my sh-t get em turnt up
and your sh-t they don’t play it
i be riding around getting wasted
f-ck n-ggas be hating
f-ck around with the f-ck arounds
when you f-ck around don’t make it
if i said something i meant it
don’t roll up no midget
i won’t drink no greenland
just high tech when i sip it
you won’t catch me on no dance floor
rap but i don’t dance though
f-ckin it up just because of my boss
on the regular letting them bands go
these n-ggas do what they can do
run up on me i’m a fan you
get what i want if i wanted you gone
then them hitters will walk up and blam you
so you better duck
cause if not, that’s a head shot
shout out to my competition
rip to the dead opps, n-gga

- fbg cash

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