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letra de believe me - lance markeith

i’m the only one getting the job done (mumble)

alotta b-tches turn hoes these days
alotta them itching for the poles these days
got miles, b-tch been hitting the road these days
and you ain’t wanna believe me (believe me?)
believe me, believe me
we the ones that get it poppin in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
nah believe me
nah we ain’t on that
f-ck a facebook where ya real friends at
f-ck yo connect where the real grams at
training these hoes this the real amtrak
lance you was supposed to be the nice n-gga
you had me thinking ain’t no right n-gga
you were the reason that i liked n-ggas
and my reply is bring the dike witcha
seem like n-ggas want conscious
talking to a motherf-ckin’ convict
cause my idea of conscious is getting brain when you ran outta condoms
we da only one to get the job done
kept swervin’ when the cops come
my n-ggas real on a pill
catch me if you can was the statement when them motherf-ckers stopped him
hook:
we the only one to get the job done
(i’on know a n-gga that could cover for me)
believe me, believe me
we da ones to get it poppin’ in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
believe me

(beat change)

yo-yo-yo (yo-yo-yo)
yo-yo-yo (yo-yo-yo)
man all my n-ggas, yo-yo-yo (yo-yo-yo)
(all my, all-all my, all my)
yo! uh!
all my n-ggas drug dealers
they said college wasn’t my sh-t
and moving out my dorm last week n-gga
had work in my boxes momma don’t touch it
that lil f-cker get the job done
call the connect say a n-gga need a job done
shooting at the enemy and cover n-gga
i can’t trust a n-gga when the job done
d-mn! i’on understand
got my word and my b-lls and they both in my hand
n-gga don’t touch it pass me the dutchy
shoot you in the stomach i could tell you what ya lunch is
n-ggas want lunches, b-tches want meals
hoes wanna f-ck rappers wanna deal
n-ggas wanna act, n-ggas wanna lie
n-ggas turn on you say they don’t know why
man these ain’t my n-ggas!
that lil f-cker get that job done
call the connect say a n-gga need a job done
told f-ck with me i got it n-gga
and i ain’t even got none (d-mn!)
big guns, big whips
that’s that antebellum n-gga
from off the block where the girls hanging
let my auntie tell a n-gga
warning shots leave you looking like jody
and you the one protecting yo homie
lil advice that motherf-cker told me
life ain’t sweet like zach without cody

- lance markeith

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