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letra de 4ge - lil moe 6blocka & rooga

[intro: rooga]
aye, ain’t got no time to be-
(producer tag)
look, aye, aye

[chorus]
ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n-gga take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(aye, aye, i just pray)
i just pray my n-gga switch up and my gun don’t jam
got my yock on me in the party, nah i can’t dance
you lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get k!lled by shorty
yeah summer time comin’ ‘round, it’s time to cop some forgis
a group of b-tches, groupie b-tches tryna have a orgy

[verse 1: rooga]
one thing i hate is a goofy b-tch that’s always tryna record me
keep on calling when i’m recording, that sh-t gets annoying (that)
that sh-t’s so ignorant, that’s when i ignore it
and i got a bad b-tch that’s always tryna dior me
told that b-tch “hold up, calm down, you think i can’t afford it?”
i be hoppin’ in porches, my b-tch she so gorgeous
i’m so smart i went and ran a 100 up, and thеn bought some force’s
i need my enginе soundin’ loud with some horse, yeah
all that hostility, n-gga you can chat tough
we keep glitches, we keep switches, please don’t try to try us
you say you want some smoke? well grab a lighter n-gga, fire up
we hit yo’ block up with choppas, n-gga we gone fire it up
[chorus]
ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n-gga take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(aye, aye, i just pray)
i just pray my n-gga switch up and my gun don’t jam
got my yock on me in the party, nah i can’t dance
you lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get k!lled by shorty
yeah summer time comin’ around, it’s time to cop some forgis
a group of b-tches, groupie b-tches tryna have a orgy

[verse 2: lil moe 6blocka]
(aye) brand new gen5 came with a switch, i copped a 40
i been f-cked that b-tch, she already knew, that’s another story
flying in that track, look in my window, i’m grippin’ the 40
pull up on his block, we ain’t droppin’ no window, we hoping out torchin’
hit a n-gga on his head, i bet he can’t move or get up for none’
i got this sh-t that’ll rip through a vest, this fn’ll beat up your lungs
pop out the cut with the blip
clear the whole crowd, they couldn’t even run
most of these n-ggas act gansta, get caught in the street, get left with no gun
i’m posted up on the 6, i dare you slide, you die if you dumb
i got some n-ggas that hoppin’ out bl!ckin’, they pullin’ up sliding for fun
i got some n-ggas that hoppin’ out bl!ckin’, they pullin’ up sliding for fun
i got some n-ggas that hoppin’ out bl!ckin’, aye, so
[chorus]
ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n-gga take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(aye, aye, i just pray)
i just pray my n-gga switch up and my gun don’t jam
got my yock on me in the party, nah i can’t dance
you lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get k!lled by shorty
yeah summer time comin’ around, it’s time to cop some forgis
a group of b-tches, groupie b-tches tryna have a orgy

- lil moe 6blocka rooga

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