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letra de no comment - ghetts

[verse 1: ghetts]
getting this tree, don’t want this
two, three n-gg-s who belong with the convicts
running around, getting music money
so, what do you know about four bags or a sixteen?
i’m waiting, that’s what i thought
you’re clueless, donny
he said, she said
i find all the rumours funny
i just do me and let them talk
plus, i’m a deep thinker
so, what am i thinking about right?
none of you n-gg-s can have a [?]
i tell ’em my mind’s already worn
put a pr-ck in a wheelchair so he never walks
i don’t wanna hunt for a line
say what comes to my mind, so it’s never forced
i’m on the grind scene
i just don’t told whoo kid
none of them brothers could ever undermine me
i’ll take off a head-top
i’m ruthless, i be the n-gg- that will mix something lively
one r6, two shooters
anyway, can’t take this brother lightly
i can make one car flip if i use this
use your brain, who’s to blame?
or are you just absolutely stupid?
i stop smoking weed
now that be reason a man have got mood swings
like i’m that dirty, something i got a new ting
them man are like 30 something and out looting
you see me? i push the red b-tton on a loose ting
i’m on a mad one, i’ll easy done the skeng like it’s a cap gun
peng food, tested out on a cat’s tongue
r6, black one
b-tch in the back with the fat b-m
man have been sipping on a yack, come and have some
giggs, ghetts, let me see
rizla, cigarette and a bag of weed
i ain’t smoked in a month
never feel like rolling me one
firing, smoking, it’s most of my lungs
fire in a hole, i’m overly crunk
lighting the [?]
can’t say no to the skunk

[verse 2: giggs]
f-ck the speculation, i’m confirming the sh-t
f-ck a “do not disturb” sign, i’ma burst in this b-tch
natural, preservative sh-t
you’re looking at a young black connoisseur in this b-tch
you know me, got that personal spliff
a white girl, that’s my [?] chick
listen
these rappers all sh-t, they verbally stink
middle finger up, holding my johnson
these white n-gg-s, they know that i’ll stomp ’em
police, they know me as thompson
they know me in uk but also in compton
she’s holding my ball bags, i know that she wants ’em
she heard i’m a monster and know that it’s constant
s-m-n all over the tonsils
i know that it feels right but i know that it’s wrong [?]
but f-ck that, turn it around in her
twist it, i’m twirl it around in her
that ice cream flow, swirling around in her
bare little n-gg-s just squirming around in her
have you recognise why i got the crown, n-gg-?
got the high grade [?] in around, n-gg-
go against me, better put it down, n-gg-
i ain’t 2pac, but i get around, n-gg-
put a round in a clown n-gg-
when? now, n-gg-
whitney, bobby brown, n-gg-
my wave, you’re gonna drown, n-gg-

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