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letra de nigga you pussy - lil mandigo sosa

[intro]
’bout it (’bout it)
’bout it (’bout it)
glock out [?] because i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
i’m ’bout it
i’m ’bout that! (i’m ’bout it)
i’m ’bout that! (i’m ’bout it)
you know i cut up everywhere i go
exposing sh-t volume 1, volume 1

[chorus]
you say you a k!lla, and you be bustin’ heads ([?])
how the f-ck you a k!lla, you ain’t never left the bed (boy you a b-tch)
i know your background, boy you know you scared
‘member that time i met him outchea man he call the feds
n-gga you p-ssy, and you ain’t ’bout that life
on that internet, you hard [?] fight (b-tchass)
n-gga you p-ssy (you p-ssy)
n-gga you p-ssy (you p-ssy)
how the f-ck you let a n-gga in jail take your cookies?

[verse 1]
i ain’t backing out for no n-gga (n0body)
[?] clip in his b-tch
[?] flip four n-ggas ([?])
i got a shooter who’ll whack you for the low n-gga
i heard you was looking for me
here i go n-gga
my ruger with the d-ck
you’ll get [?]
i ain’t got to prove n0body that i got [?] (i’m wit that)
[?] shoot a b-tch ‘member that time i took your [?]
and your sister ate my d-ck up, got that hoe straight on camera
plus i’m [?] from louisiana to atlanta
and i be fulla drank got the [?] mixed with the fanta (i’m full of lean)
all you rappers really b-tch (b-tchass)
all you rattin’ ass n-gga i know you snitchin’ (brra tah tah!)
[chorus]
you say you a k!lla, and you be bustin’ heads ([?])
how the f-ck you a k!lla, you ain’t never left the bed (boy you a b-tch)
i know your background, boy you know you scared
‘member that time i met him outchea man he call the feds
n-gga you p-ssy, and you ain’t ’bout that life
on that internet, you hard [?] fight (b-tchass)
n-gga you p-ssy (you p-ssy)
n-gga you p-ssy (you p-ssy)
how the f-ck you let a n-gga in jail take your cookies?

standin’ down, st-st-st-standin’ down
put a n-gga in a coffin, man down (that’s on you [?])
cracked a n-gga sh-t, punch a n-gga down (boom boom)
ain’t no one who won’t in my clique who’ll stomp a n-gga down (ratchet committed)
if you ain’t really one i’m with
move around (what)
i know a couple clowns, who moved and left the town (b-tchass)
why/like every time you wanna shoot [?]
you a bomb sh-t down
boy you know you p-ssy, you was born with a p-ssy
run the mouth [?] they gon’ find you in the bushes
come across that gang life, you gon’ get gunned down
i’m with that do a n-gga bad
go in his pockets, take his cash and put that choppa in his ass (gratata!)

- lil mandigo sosa

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