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letra de learned that - lil durk

[chorus: lil durk]
money over b-tches
i learnt that from the guys
otf, b-tch, my n-ggas gon’ ride
i keep that sh-t 3 hunnid, i learnt that from the guys
forever be a hitter, i learnt that from the guys
i learnt that from the guys, i learnt that from the guys
my n-ggas don’t rat, i learnt that from the guys
never f-ck with new n-ggas, learnt that from the guys
always hold your own, i learnt that from the guys

[verse 1: lil durk]
lil durk, i get money, i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch
got them hitters totin’ them glocks
24/7, b-tch, we do hits
got that call about my bro, tell ’em cops to free [?]
got my lil’ n-ggas on point, call d-rosey on bullsh-t
make that call to get yo’ ass whacked
that them jack boys to come jack
leave no cheese around for these rats
it’s no trust around these camps
i say, “call of duty”, black lives, chiraq, we whack opps
where i’m from it’s blacked out
got good b-tches with bad scout
otf, that’s the right route
2012, it’s the wipeout
kush blunts got me hyped out
.40 on me, then it’s lights out
normal spelt backwards, b-tch
otf, free the savages, otf, free the savages
3 hunnid on they savage sh-t
[chorus: lil durk]
money over b-tches
i learnt that from the guys
otf, b-tch, my n-ggas gon’ ride
i keep that sh-t 3 hunnid, i learnt that from the guys
forever be a hitter, i learnt that from the guys
i learnt that from the guys, i learnt that from the guys
my n-ggas don’t rat, i learnt that from the guys
never f-ck with new n-ggas, learnt that from the guys
always hold your own, i learnt that from the guys

[verse 2: unknown artist]
yeah, i’m mob (yeah), money over b-tches (b-tches)
b-tch, i’m otf (otf), family over n-ggas (yeah)
it’s just me, my n-ggas, all of ’em some hitters
get caught, we do time, we don’t point no fingers
i don’t f-ck with drillers ’cause we body droppin’
couple guys gone but we still ain’t stoppin’
since ramon died i don’t cap for nothin’
i just dropped a n-gga and i ain’t feel nothin’
l’s, b-tch, 300 miles and runnin’ (runnin’)
threat one of the guys, you better know i’m comin’
it’s black boy but you can call me black
i keep that .30 on me, i don’t need a mac

- lil durk

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