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letra de that nigga / that bitch - kenny muney

[part 1: that n-gga]

[intro]
(bigboyy, we back with another one)
muney
yeah, hold on, let me pope my sh-t real quick
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[verse 1]
let’s start of with i’m that n-gga (that n-gga) and they know i’ve been that n-gga (that n-gga)
i’m humble, but please don’t confuse me (don’t do it)
n-gga, i don’t know n0body bigger (n0body)
fresh off the plane, i’m back from l.a., nah, baby, i don’t play for the clippers (uh-uh)
i just be travelin’, changin’ my watches and sh-t, i should play for the wizards (yeah)
yeah, i’m tryna trap for a real check (trap), bro ‘nem might rob for a real check (thеy scrimmages there)
thеy come get your head for that chicken, on god, my n-gga ‘nem beggin’ for gizzards (they want it)
my b-tch, she hate beggin’ for pictures (come here, bae)
d-ck and chanel what i give her (yeah)
she suck on this d-ck, now she want some sugar, hold on, i might need some insulin
got too many b-tches, my schedule full, they callin’ me, tryna get penciled in
if you get to tellin’ my business, you kicked out, b-tch, i don’t know where my finsta went
blue diamonds on me, i brought flippa in
blue hair on my b-tch like i’m homer simpson, n-gga, my lil’ b-tch got yellow skin (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, i’m that n-gga, let me tell ’em again (yeah)
yeah, i’m that n-gga who didn’t leave the hood and i didn’t leave the trap ’til i saw my first ten (yeah)
yeah, i’m the n-gga with that pretty-ass smile, but i make it a frown, if they play, i’ma sin (on god)
yeah, i’m that n-gga who won’t let you win, lettin’ nothin’ slide ’bout my friends (better not)
hold on, my bad, i ain’t got no friends
you see ’em with me, they family, they kin (that’s my brothers)
[verse 2]
yeah, and they know what’s up, all my n-ggas that duckin’ the pen’ (pen’)
on me (on me), boys mama, i been had a bag since a kid (yeah)
i can be here and i can still be there, i be makin’ sh-t happen, i feel like a squid (yeah)
i got like eight arms, a few eyes, i know it ain’t fair, man, i got the gang rich (yeah)
yeah, i’m that n-gga who won’t get no sleep until everybody play with us, he with the— (yeah)
yeah, i’m that n-gga who got no regrets, i ain’t got no remorse, shouldn’t have did what you did
yeah, i’m that n-gga who spent all this money on murder and nikes, i’m poppin’ my sh-t (yeah)
three or four chains on my neck, i ain’t got on no tie, no suit, but i’m standin’ on biz (standin’ on it)

[outro]
yes, n-gga (i’ma stand on that sh-t)
paper route business, yes, n-gga, yeah

[part 2: that b-tch]

[intro]
you know i’m that n-gga, right?
so you gots to be that b-tch
how the f-ck you get me like that?
you a bad motherf-cker
ha-ha, i ain’t gon’ lie, you tough (who is wonderyo?)

[verse 1]
too many bad b-tches standin’ on couches, i don’t know who to pick, i’m confused (i’m confused)
i ain’t no good boy, girl, i’m a gangster, i be breakin’ hearts and rules (yeah)
i might switch it up a lil’ bit just for you (you)
i come in the club with one b-tch, leave with two (two)
but ain’t one of, i’m f-ckin’ with you
i ain’t leavin’ without you (yeah)
yeah, i need that— yeah, i need that b-tch (that b-tch)
[chorus]
yeah, you already know you that b-tch
good skin, good hair, girl, you gotta be mixed (b-tch)
yeah, i got a lot of money, you ain’t gotta be rich (no)
i just need a real b-tch who can tote this switch (switch)
wakin’ up in lingerie, tryna cook a n-gga grits (grits)
with them juicy-ass lips, come here, b-tch, give me a kiss (come here)
’bout to sn-tch off this condom and make me a kid (yeah)

[interlude]
yeah, i beat on that p-ssy, no fist
like, ding, ding, next round, b-tch, come here
my diamonds dancin’, moonwalkin’, no summer (yeah)
if i put ice on you, you know you that b-tch
look at the neck, look at the ears (yeah)
every time you look at that b-tch, she hit
real boss b-tch, got expensive-ass cuban (that p-ssy)
she don’t like you, but she’ll give it up for kenny (muney)

[chorus]
yeah, i love that b-tch
yeah, you already know you that b-tch
good skin, good hair, girl, you gotta be mixed
yeah, i got a lot of money, you ain’t gotta be rich (no)
i just need a real b-tch who can tote this switch (switch)
wakin’ up in lingerie, tryna cook a n-gga grits (grits)
with them juicy-ass lips, come here, b-tch, give me a kiss (come here)
’bout to sn-tch off this condom and make me a kid (yeah)
[interlude]
yeah, i beat on that p-ssy, no fist
like, ding, ding, next round, b-tch, come here
my diamonds dancin’, moonwalkin’, no summer (yeah)
if i put ice on you, you know you that b-tch
look at the neck, look at the ears (yeah)
every time you look at that b-tch, she hit
real boss b-tch, got expensive-ass cuban (that p-ssy)
she don’t like you, but she’ll give it up for kenny (muney)

[outro]
yeah, i love that b-tch
yeah, you already know you that b-tch
good skin, good hair, girl, you gotta be mixed
yeah, i got a lot of money, you ain’t gotta be rich (no)
i just need a real b-tch who can tote this switch (switch)
wakin’ up in lingerie, tryna cook a n-gga grits (grits)
with them juicy-ass lips, come here, b-tch, give me a kiss (come here)
’bout to sn-tch off this condom and make me a kid (yeah)

- kenny muney

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