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letra de sh!t (remix 2) - future

[intro: diddy]
(ayo, cl-ssic sh-t)
ain’t nothin’ worse in life than a f-ck n-gga
(ayo, close the door, turn out the lights, man)
even worse is a f-ck b-tch
we should banish all them n-ggas, for real
ayo, i wanna dedicate this to ya momma, n-gga
ayo, check this out, take that

[bridge: diddy & (future) – repeated throughout song]
da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da
ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya)

[hook: future]
talkin’ bout ya poppin’ tags, n-gga, you ain’t bought sh-t
talkin’ bout 100 bottles, n-gga, you ain’t pop sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga, you ain’t shot sh-t
spendin’ money on these hoes, n-gga, you ain’t f-ck sh-t
sh-t, sh-t

[verse 1: diddy]
i ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh-t)
about how many bodies you caught (sh-t)
my n-ggas is real thug n-ggas, them real n-ggas don’t talk
worldstar n-ggas get caught, wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
grown -ss n-gga, you ain’t bout to shoot (sh-t), you don’t do (sh-t)
you just think it’s cool (sh-t) to move bricks
real n-ggas do it cause they got to
i know them real n-ggas and it’s not you
and if they see yo’ -ss round here frontin’
real shooter be somewhere and shot you
man, get the f-ck out the booth poppin’ that (sh-t)
corny -ss n-gga just talkin’ that (sh-t)
heard about it, read about it, never been around it
but you think ya soft -ss give somebody that (sh-t)
how you movin’ round with ya ho?
you ain’t even stickin’ to the code
you don’t even represent the life right
p-ssy n-gga sleepin’ with a night light
comin’ for ya head like fight night
i can get anything done for the right price, boy!
(bad boy) take that

[hook]

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
frontin’ like you really on that bullsh-t
gun him down, make a motherf-cker do a full flip, chip chip
n-gga really really on that crip sh-t
bisquick whip, whip, whip, n-gga, move it!
got the toolie, yeah, the piece, i’mma use it
n-gga ruthless, leave a chump n-gga toothless
tell him “smooches”, got that white girl
get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer
mixin’ venom like a viper, you the buyer
i’m the n-gga with the fire, you’s a minor
now i’m major with the paper, coppin’ acres
overseas like a sailor, you a hater
and ya daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go
pourin’ syrup on my eggo, four liters for the eight though
to the face, now the day slow, you’s a fruity lil’ rainbow
real n-gga, call me django, 50 seconds till the say low
wild bucks shootin’ halos, every pocket got a bank roll
i don’t think you really understand me (stand me)
groovy q ain’t keep the nose candy (candy)

[interlude: diddy]
yeah, man
y’all n-ggas thought i was dead?
boo, n-gga, boo! boo!
i’m here, motherf-cker
yeah, take that, tell ya b-tch to duck, pow!

[verse 3: future]
buy the ho 100 pair of red bottoms
that’s a quarter milli on a hand job, my n-gga
brrrrr! stick’em
f-ck you and every n-gga came with ya
go and put a n-gga on a picture
go and put a n-gga on a t-shirt
back in the day when a n-gga sell dope
i’mma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole
glock 40, whooo! turn up, turn up
my ambitions as a rider
sippin’ on lean, gettin’ higher
n-gga, i’m a codeine buyer
know you not a foreign whip driver
shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
you never walk around with a lot of money
bundles fallin’ all out your pocket
when you hit him in the head, can you keep a solid?
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up
like some raw uncut, don’t blow it up
represent your gang, n-gga, throw it up
i don’t give a f-ck where you at, n-gga, throw it up

[hook]

- future

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