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letra de for nothin - fivio

[intro]
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
yeah, look

[chorus]
i don’t want a shooter for nothin’, huh, yeah
all my shooters is huntin’, yeah
he act like an opp, if i tell him the word, he’ll die from a move of a b-tton
he was cool when i was broke, why we ain’t cool when i’m stuntin’?
look, if it’s a witness, i don’t shoot him, i snuff him
f-ck you thinkin’, a n-gga stupid or somethin’?
the way i was brought up, huh
we don’t like him, that n-gga get tored up
he a rapper? we shoot up his tour bus
he saw bullets before he even saw us
look, them n-ggas all talk, huh
i thought they was all tough, huh
i keep on tellin’ my b-tches to boss up
let me handle the small stuff

[verse]
they say i’m big already
i feel like i’m gettin’ bigger
that b-tch was lyin’, i didn’t hit her
if the opps start dyin’, i get the hit up
i still go hit a n-gga
don’t mistake me for a different n-gga
if i tell ’em to work, they’ll clip a n-gga
if i take me a perc, i’ll forget the day
if i’m takin’ the work, then i’ll flip a n-gga
if he actin’ annoyin’, i ink the n-gga
if i go cut him off, i won’t miss the n-gga
and you better not never be with the n-gga
this what i’m made for, huh
savin’ the day with no cape on
seein’ this b-tch with a lace on, huh
i see a opp get banged on, huh
i’m only showin’ my face every in and out, i don’t stay long
huh, look, all of the verses they heard was fire
i came in the game, get my drake on (huh)
they hear my sh-t and put that face on
(they hear my sh-t and put that face on)
yeah, look
[chorus]
i don’t want a shooter for nothin’, huh, yeah
all my shooters is huntin’, yeah
he act like an opp, if i tell him the word, he’ll die from a move of a b-tton
he was cool when i was broke, why we ain’t cool when i’m stuntin’?
look, if it’s a witness, i don’t shoot him, i snuff him
f-ck you thinkin’, a n-gga stupid or something?
the way i was brought up, huh
we don’t like him, that n-gga get tored up
he a rapper? we shoot up his tour bus
he saw bullets before he even saw us
look, them n-ggas all talk, huh
i thought they was all tough, huh
i keep on tellin’ my b-tches to boss up, let me handle the small stuff

[outro]
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you
oh, i can’t even blame you, blame you

- fivio

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