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letra de fytb - lil infamous

[verse 1: lil infamous]
busta slow down, i broke out the bag and packed the herb
my n-gga hit the gas, then we crashed ’em by the curb
loaded up the (?), loaded up the glock
stankin’ out yo block cause n-ggas been talk alot
got my bl–dy jason mask, i don’t hide in the bushes
in the bucket, grip my burner, fire a blunt and i’m lookin’
one-eight-seven on my mind, 6ix-6ix-6ix while i’m pushin’
thinkin’ the first n-gga i find, c-ck the nine, f-ck you p-ssy
won’t be first n-gga to die or the last n-gga murdered
my last throw-away jammed on me, taught it’s closed curtains
but the p-ssy couldn’t aim (?) he was not one to murder
i heard a n-gga got anna, i’ma toast that b-tch with burglar
(?) come gunnin’, pop at them sh-lls like a turtle
b-tch i stay close to my weapons like it’s a baby to nurture
let my youngins f-ck yo wife, that’s called rockin’ the cradle
keep on f-cking with me, testin’ b-tch, the loss will be fatal

[hook: lil infamous] 2x
mane you n-ggas ain’t sh-t, f-ck you talking bout?
you a mane or a b-tch, f-ck you talking bout?
find yo lame in a ditch, f-ck you talking bout?
b-tch i’m from the south, watch yo f-ckin’ mouth

[verse 2: ant dunit]

[hook] 2x
mane you n-ggas ain’t sh-t, f-ck you talking bout?
you a mane or a b-tch, f-ck you talking bout?
find yo lame in a ditch, f-ck you talking bout?
b-tch i’m from the south, watch yo f-ckin’ mouth

- lil infamous

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