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letra de jason bourne (ain't take nun) - glokk40spaz

[chorus]
man, that f-ck n-gga ain’t take nun from me
i’m uppin’ that 30, i’m shootin’ down trees
is you finna give me that p-ssy?, i know you not easy
baby, i ain’t never said that you needed me
and i really want you to believe in me
and i really need you to be nothing to me
pushing me away not helping me
i told my brother “you can be whatever you wanna be”
gunners with me got them sticks in the trees
k!llers with me they don’t got no belief
babylife sh-t, they treat me like the chief
and k-mo we rollin’, wе smokin’ like keef
we was the onе’s shootin’ sh-t, we was never on defense
he pulled up that addy, on me, and i need it

[verse]
put that back on me, you can read it
she think we relationship, i’m finna leave it
them young n-ggas listen to me when i’m speakin’
cross a f-ck n-gga, he keep doin’ that reachin’
i told god forgive me, after i shot that boy they treat me like the heathen
she don’t love me no more, she don’t got no reason
put your hands up, n-gga, stop all that wheezin’
i tell sumo i love ’em, everytime i get on the phone wit’ ’em (phone wit’ ’em)
lil b-tches don’t like when i judge ’em on sight
i want you to come home, n-gga
f-ck them po-po’s, n-gga
wipe his nose, n-gga, then we slither
n-gga, don’t c-ck-block, i’m tryna hit her
we leave ’em dead dog, we call ’em quitters
i’m on a mission, shoot a f-ck n-gga like jason bourne
don’t take no pictures of me, b-tch you not my wh0re
i get b-tterflies when my lawyer told me i gotta go back to court
put on sharpshooting, shootin’ at these f-ck n-ggas like a sport
i get all these pollies b-tches like a sport
this sh-t holy moly, bullet hole like donut, sh-t hold like four
them junkies’ll get back, they ain’t up the score
me and solid fought over gucci shoes like we poor
but d-mn it lil brother, now we gettin’ more
spinjiztu, kicking down your door
i don’t miss you, you is not a slore
shot that boy face like a lawnmower
p-ssy ass n-gga, yall just owe four
pull out the stick, shoot at the double doors
i don’t like to fight, my body just get store
stab a f-ck n-gga, watch his blood pour out
used to have kel-tec, and a shotgun at sumo house
n-gga bought a beam, but them red dots on ’em, oh, just shut yo’ mouth (shut yo mouth, f-ck n-gga)
[chorus]
man, that f-ck n-gga ain’t take nun from me
i’m uppin’ that 30, i’m shootin’ down trees
is you finna give me that p-ssy?, i know you not easy
baby, i ain’t never said that you needed me
and i really want you to believe in me
and i really need you to be nothing to me
pushing me away not helping me
i told my brother “you can be whatever you wanna be”
gunners with me got them sticks in the trees
k!llers with me they don’t got no belief
babylife sh-t, they treat me like the chief
and k-mo we rollin’, we smokin’ like keef
we was the one’s shootin’ sh-t, we was never on defense
he pulled up that addy, on me, and i need it

- glokk40spaz

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