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letra de tha anthem - gemstones

(chorus 1)
y’all don’t know who ya f-ckin’ wit, baby
y’all gon’ f-ck around and make a n-gga go crazy
y’all don’t know who ya f-ckin’ wit, baby
y’all gon’ f-ck around and make us all go crazy
say…

[verse 1]
yo
i roll wit n-ggas that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso
deveras, mama, te digo la verdad
i ain’t tryin’ to impress ya just to get under ya dress
nor am i tryin’ to worry yo -ss to leave you caught up in stress
i’m the real mc coy, i’m as real as they come
other n-ggas can talk about it, but n-gga be silent wit their tongues
instead of yappin’ gums, how they be holdin’ guns
how they be sellin’ drugs and how much n-ggas give `em love
don’t they know that i don’t give a f-ck about what they got
braggin’ about yo sh-t in front of me can get ya just got
i ain’t playin’ no games, i done said it before
i’m taking n-ggas’ platinum plaques and puttin’ my sh-t on they walls
i’m like the…
best kept secret, that n0body knows
only movin’ about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
see some n-ggas out here, they only care for themselves
my and my n-ggas are the opposite: we catch this bread well
and if cats don’t realize this, they ain’t compliant
never had no real cheese up in they m-th-f-ckin’ pocket
papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold
but watch out for fake n-ggas, and them gold-diggin’ hoes
now these are the words that i’ma live by, till the day that i die
f-ck the n-gga that doesn’t understand, and has to ask why
has to ask why, has to ask why, fake -ss m-th-f-ckas have to ask why
now…

(chorus 1)

(chorus 2)
la la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
now all my thug m-th-f-ckas say…
la la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa

[verse 2]
ay yo i’m tired of being broke, and not havin’ nothin’ to show for
i’m tired of poppin’ ecstas. sippin’ on too much liquor
i’m tired of n-ggas makin’ promises they can’t keep
i’m tired of all this stress that’s unablin’ me to sleep
i gotta…
get on top of things, make some moves in this game
anyone can lay the track, but only i can bring the fame, and for as
long as i reign, i’ma bang on the brain
makin’ it hard for modern n-ggas in the streets to complain
listen to the ones who, smoke lala, and sniff up all the powda
and sell it for hot dollar, and don’t give a f-ck about nada
gemini, the greatest, i’ma ball till i fall
and i’ma, re-ssure your thought with a f-ckin’ plaque on the wall
m-th–f-ckas…

y’all don’t know, who ya f-ckin’ wit, baby
y’all don’t know, who ya f-ckin’ wit, baby
say…

(chorus 1)

(chorus 2)

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