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letra de know nuthin 'bout - horseshoe g.a.n.g

[chorus]
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout blood
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout cuz
this the sh-t that y’all dont eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my n-gga don’t know nuthin ’bout love
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout nug

[verse 1: kenny]
hard life, that b-tch hit me with a hard right (mmh)
had me , taking more bottles to the head than a bar fight (uh)
it’s cool loc, maybe i never needed school oh
every night sleeping in a new mo’
worn out shoes with the jook sows (ugh)
had a bike , the sh-t was used you know (uh)
tires all ripped up, couldn’t afford new those
so took a few clothes, stuffed it in the tire to fill it out
to tie it down we used rope, you could still see socks and sh-t spilling out
man… that didn’t work
turned sad after being mad at first
plus it took way too much leg strength just to get that sh-t to move slow
legs began to hurt

[verse 2: julius]
a rusty screwdriver in the pocket, i’m walking through the projects
somebody stole my sister phone
these n-ggas screw face me, i’mma screw face ’em back
this phillips head finna fill up heads lets get it on
true story
you ever sleep on a third floor of an apartment complex with only two stories?
n-gga that’s the roof
these n-ggas don’t know what the f-ck i’m talking about, f-ck it n-gga
f-ck it! that’s the truth

[verse 3: dice]
my jeans under my matress
maybe they won’t be so wrinkled in the morning
f-ck i need some breakfast
that’s the first thing i’m thinking in the morning
got no sugar no b-tter to go with the grits
stomach pain f-cking shame man i’m sick of this
n-ggas ain’t getting rich but die trying
put two pennies on the train tracks to get me fifty cent
a good dude but i’m with the sh-ts still a n-gga
hot-wire cars, not talking rentals n-gga
i’m talking grand theft , rob a n-gga for a g grand theft
petty theft too, can of ragu up in my coat pocket
when spaghetti is all we had left
too poor so stressed
wish i was home more but i’m homeless
wearing raggedy gear, still tryna get attention from the hoes
got holes in my clothes, trying not to draw attention to the holes

[hook]
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout blood
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout cuz
this the sh-t that y’all dont eeee-ven know nuthin ’bout my n-gga don’t know nuthin ’bout love
this the sh-t that y’all don’t eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don’t know nuthin ’bout nug

[verse 4: demetrius]
i lived down the street from my girls ex
he won’t stop sending my girl text
so i ran up on him and his best friend on xmas gave him death threats
you can guess what i did next
i beat his -ss on christmas i ain’t tripping ’cause i ain’t christian
i’m cripish but i ain’t crippin though
i’m just a rider, i put that on my mommy dearest on some mommy dear ish
i’m tryna get this dough
you ever heard of ’em top ramen n-ggas, who had to write by candle light like amish n-ggas?
no food in the fridge and no f-cking father figure
the winter cold would freeze the toilet water n-gga
i wish the morale of the story is we was victorious and life is glorious with a b-tch bad as tori brixx
but i sit here before you poor as sh-t as i’m recording this i ain’t a got a quarter to flip
i can’t afford rent

- horseshoe g a n g

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