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letra de ghosted woo trendy woo diss - fifth ave jay

[intro]
gra, gra
like

[verse]
you wanna meet your imans n-gga
i’m bout to give you a visit
you said i had money in the grave n-gga, you bout to see i’m the ticket
i could’ve f-cked on your b-tch n-gga, i had to shake her ass
she could’ve gave me the deep throat, i had to spend her cash
i had her coca chucking in the crib, i thought i’d bust her ass trendy, you really get no money
n-gga, i get you the cash
if y ‘all bros really wanna pull up
we givin’ belts to they ass
i swear to god, n-gga, it’s my last
i’m never givin’ no pass
i swear to god, i ain’t givin’ passes
you want to turn me, trendy?
i ain’t turnin’ on you
n-gga, you p-ssy, n-gga, you fool
n-gga, so you pull up, go shoot n-gga
i got some sh-t that’s gon’ dump
like, all you gon’ ask, huh
all you gon’ ask is that c-nt
so, n-gga, don’t run it
i’ll have you stick, n-gga, when i dump
n-ggas be sayin’ they blazin’
with money and they holdin’ guns
you say he sucks money to his up, n-gga
next time i see you, it’s up
last time i saw you, n-gga, you was stuck
all of my n-ggas told me you was sucked
n-gga, you ain’t want no beef, for real
now you gon’ mention my uncle, that sh-t gon’ get you k!lled
i’m in the field, for real
your body knocks, gon’ pick up his body
or you think he gon’ drill?
hold on, that n-gga no drill rapper
i had to write him a song, for real
like, i had to write you a song
n-gga, you never perform
next time i check how you mention my uncle trevo
he was in the field, for real
he used to play like 1615, n-gga, i was late for the k!ll
i ain’t eddie guerrero, n-gga i do not lie, i don’t cheat, i don’t steal
i’m in the field for real
i got a lake for the k!ll, n-gga
light pours in my brush, n-gga
i’ma give him some sheds, gon’ puff, n-gga
it was like a friday night
so how you think he tough, n-gga?
by the end of the night, n-gga
we about to see a little light, n-gga
shout out to sleeves bustin’
n-gga, you think you tough, you alright, n-gga? i have some sheds, gon’ bang up that pipe, n-gga
cause you know i can fight, n-gga
but n-ggas ain’t fightin’ no more
so n-gga, why would i fight, n-gga?
[outro]
i have my gun, go boom
all you gon’ hear is that shot
or you gon’ clear the room
i do not f-ck with no woo
i like the bullets that’s coming to game, but y ‘all n-ggas keepin’ the truth
stay that you heard, lil’ n-gga i don’t know how to f-ck with no woo
gang, gang
lil b-tch
i know how to cook a chicken in the crib
i had to cook a chicken in the-

- fifth ave jay

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