letra de that's a awful lot of it - itsmanman
[intro]
hm
(ayy, turk, turn that sh-t up)
[chorus]
gang don’t want no pop if you don’t got no mud in it
i feel like desto, ’cause i be takin’ dubs, n-gga
your dogs throwin’ salt until a couple slugs hit ’em
get you fired up for havin’ all them jewels, i brung hitler
gang don’t want no pop if you don’t got no mud in it
i feel like desto, ’cause i be takin’ dubs, n-gga
your dogs throwin’ salt until a couple slugs hit ’em
get you fired up for havin’ all them jewels, i brung hitler
[verse 1]
slapped his b-tch, n-gga, if he think this sh-t a game
hit the whole crowd, i forgot to bring my aim
i seen the hoes you f-cked, i gave her back ’cause she was playin’
all rats get swiss cheesed, put some cheddar on his brain
droppin’ buckets on they ass, they tryna call a timeout
old n-ggas hatin’, man, give it up, y’all dyin’ out
sugar coat it, i think most these n-ggas sweet, dwight howard
you on the court for no reason, kyle howard
white b-tch call me massa ’cause i like to hang n-ggas
they hate on stinc team, they just mad they ain’t in it
tried to slide through, we left his trail blazin’, dame lillard
she want me to stuff her, a young n-gga dressin’, thanksgiving
[chorus]
gang don’t want no pop if you don’t got no mud in it
i feel like desto, ’cause i be takin’ dubs, n-gga
your dogs throwin’ salt until a couple slugs hit ’em
get you fired up for havin’ all them jewels, i brung hitler
gang don’t want no pop if you don’t got no mud in it
i feel like desto, ’cause i be takin’ dubs, n-gga
your dogs throwin’ salt until a couple slugs hit ’em
get you fired up for havin’ all them jewels, i brung hitler
[verse 2]
ugh, poppin’ out the dark, have you ever seen a ghost?
hm, n-gga wanted beef, i’m ’bout to turn his ass to roast
a four-four’ll hit his funny bone, it’s no joke
pippy long’ll tear a n-gga lungs up with no smoke, hm
how many bullets hit that n-gga? do the math
shanaynay like to hold a couple more, you gotta add
once we catch two, i guarantee he won’t last
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with store runners, take a lap
it’s an awful lot of hoes on my line, they wanna f-ck me
he don’t like to dance, the f&n gon’ make him dougie
it’s too much money in the world and you don’t touch it
he is not from denver, we gon’ leave a couple in his nugget
tell me when to go, the glock spit like e-40
throw him in the ocean, b-tch, it’s time to meet dory
n-gga, take your ice off or get hit with heat scorchers
pippy long, yeah, she came with long hair, this b-tch gorgeous
ugh
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