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letra de don't pretend - j.norm

[intro]
shut the f-ck up
uh, uh
uh

[verse 1]
all i ever wanted was to play outside (play outside)
couple friends got the ‘k, everyday they ride (everyday they ride)
me, i’m chillin’ in the crib, introvert as a b-tch
don’t take me on no l!ck, get caught, i’ma snitch (n-gga)
nah, i’m just playin’, huh
eat the beats up ‘til it’s days end
never-never-never do i sleep on the weekend
welcome to the shark pool, swimming on the deep end
n-ggas love barking, that’s they only f-ckin’ defensе (ooh)
me, i pass the glock to the dеacon
tell him, gotta alter n-ggas brains while he preaching
if you think you ’bout the ride n-gga, time to live it, that’s my pretense
n-gga you don’t ever have to pretend (n-gga you don’t ever have to pretend)
they’ll love you anyways if they real friends (they don’t love you anyways if they real friends)
sh-t gets hard, that’s some real [?] (sh-t gets hard, that’s some real [?])
live holy, god phony, n-gga, peep the stench (live holy, god phony, n-gga, peep the stench)
[verse 2]
n-gga i just blew my f-ckin’ last shot (last shot)
take the mask off, n-ggas walk around like mascots (mascots)
i’m lovin’ shorty more ’cause her ass pop (’cause her ass pop)
i’m lovin’ shorty more ’cause her ass pop
don’t be scared of no b-tch n-gga (n-gga)
if he actin’ tough, leave him wit’ some stitches n-gga (stitches n-gga)
i ain’t no k!ller, but i never been defenseless n-gga (never been defenseless n-gga)
my n-gga keishaud really from the f-ckin’ trenches n-gga (trenches n-gga)
my n-gga slim runnin’ fades back to back (back to back)
if you f-ck wit’ him, you gon’ get yo’ life sn-tched (life sn-tched)
all you n-ggas gon’ crack, where the pipes at? (pipes at)
another n-gga try me, swear to god, he’ll be seeing black (he’ll be seeing black)

[interlude]
so all you gotta do, see take yo’ two thumbs, yeah, yeah, take yo’ two thumbs and you eye-gouge a n-gga
and then while he— while he can’t see sh-t, punch him in his f-ckin’ adam’s apple, n-gga
just punch that n-gga in his adam’s apple
he won’t be able to breathe, swear to god
n-gga i swear to god, ha (ooh)

[verse 3]
f-ck, here we go again, ’bout to k!ll another man
strapped like the taliban, k!ll him for a hunnid grand
disintegrated iran, [?], iraq
if a n-gga want hands, b-tch, i can handle that
hoppin’ out the minivan, gat don’t ever jam
stompin’ on yo’ neck, got the tech’, oh god
trust, he gon’ answer back, i don’t f-ckin’ understand
n-ggas think they superman, aimin’ for his eye
lead hit your veins, skid the top of your brains
i’m clinically insane, chains wet, but no rain
y’all lyrically the same, i’m airin’ b-tches out like (bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh)
pop up on a n-gga and give him a f-ckin’ heart attack
makin’ dirty dollars stack, [?]
n-gga tried to take my pack, i’ma squash him like a mo’f-ckin’ gnat (mo’f-ckin’ gnat)
while we run the cul-de-sac, why these b-tches real wack?
why they come around me? i don’t know, i don’t know
anymore, all i know, it is likely, i will k!ll
[outro]
anybody in my vicinity, yes i murder like kennedy
n-ggas ask, “what’s the remedy?” i don’t know
all i know, is you’s a ho’
go ahead and pass it to my little f-ckin’ bro, oh

- j norm

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