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letra de never liked you - lil ginobili

i never liked you, i never cared about the b-tch
i’m just tryna run it up, i’m tryna run up some chips

n-gga thinkin’ that he that, i’ma put him in the mix
got a bin from new york, n-gga shoutout to the knicks
tried to run from the beam, boy you ricky, need to sit
sh-t, we shootin’ clean jumpers, sh-t, shoutout to j.r. smith
n-ggas really ain’t my mans, cause they cannot co-exist
i’ll slide on an opp and go and get me an assist
you got that fake ass rollie on, hope they cut your wrist off
you don’t wanna see me mad cause i get p-ssed off
bring that bag in, got that flame thrower finna pick off
n-ggas speakin’ on my mans till he get picked on
you ain’t street, just tell me how it be, i ain’t discreet
sh-t, if i’m beefin’ with your brother, that’s your brother, duel genes
pocket rocket on my side, i got the glockie with the beam
i’m standin’ on my ten toes, don’t give a f-ck about your dream
really, standin’, treacherous, posted on the block
an m30, perc blue got me excellent
b-tch gave me devil’s neck, now i feel like a exorcist
you say an opp in the air, we inhaled the b-tch
naw, you really ain’t my mans, don’t touch my wrist, boy
you got your gun took, that is not your bl!ck, hmm
he got that lil’ kit, you was not on sh-t
you ain’t hit a n-gga block and dropped sh-lls on sh-t
he say a baby in the bag, let me check this sh-t
oh, it came raw
soft bag, time to flip this b-tch
nine sixty-fours in the air, ain’t never touched work
you heard that whole bar wrong, i hope you stayed woke
f-ck
that’s exactly how you n-ggas sound, you tryna cop a gram
is you for real? i got a half a pound
how you dropped a pendant, but your gun never made a sound
i’ll rather walk a n-gga down before i sit him down
turn him into michelin, he need a fix a flat
turnaround after turnaround, go get a lumberjack
n-ggas don’t wanna copy me so bad, so you a copycat
sticked up like a blind man, go get a hockey mask
i need some new baguettes, before i gamble on the road
sh-t i’ll face some tech
wockiana in my system, ima break her neck
a whole sleeve in my hoodie, i’ma make her wet
stop playin’ with me
come on

- lil ginobili

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