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letra de ratz - jourdan brothern

[chorus]
i get tired of all these lil’ n-ggas b-tchin’ (these n-ggas b-tchin’)
these n-ggas mouses so i call these n-ggas mickey
cannot go outside the crib without my f-cking bl!cky
why you f-cking with the opps man?
y’all both some snitches (man what?)
y’all some f-cking rats man (rats man, rats man)
man just get your racks man (racks man, racks man)
dealing drugs, i’m pack man (pack man, pack man)
canari diamonds, batman
[verse 1]
he is soft, yeah he never catch a body, catch a body
yeah, i been getting rich my name not roddy, name not roddy
i don’t play with these boys, i feel like carti, feel like carti
you say you a drug addict, but you shaking off that molly
that’s my gang (yeah), gang (yeah)
gang (yeah), gang
n-gga got shot ’cause he being way too lame
shot him three times with the k, ‘causе he cannot hang
i got 911 bands crashin’ in that plane (man what?)
wherе your f-cking bands at?
n-gga, where the f-ck yo hands at?, yeah
broke ass n-gga gonna need a transact, yeah
yo brother fighting juice wrld, we smoking on his pack, yeah

[chorus]
i get tired of all these lil’ n-ggas b-tchin’ (these n-ggas b-tchin’)
these n-ggas mouses so i call these n-ggas mickey
cannot go outside the crib without my f-cking bl!cky
why you f-cking with the opps man?
y’all both some snitches (man what?)
y’all some f-cking rats man (rats man, rats man)
man just get your racks man (racks man, racks man)
dealing drugs, i’m pack man (pack man, pack man)
canari diamonds, batman
[verse 2]
shh
got a bl!cky on my side
ima shoot while i ride
ima shoot ’til i die
big mac came with some large fries
man why that n-gga gotta lie?
i just wanna see him try
ima make his momma cry (man what?)
bl!cky on my d-ck, uh
gucci on my fit, uh
they wanna take my drip, uh
i’m gone hit a l!ck, uh
i ain’t falling for your tricks, yeah yo b-tch hit
n-gga look at my face, it’s his b-tch lipstick
100k on my wrist, 100k on my wrist
100k on yo b-tch, 100k on yo b-tch
why you g-y for that d-ck? (why you g-y for that d-ck?)
it ain’t breakfast time n-gga, why you playing tricks?

- jourdan brothern

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