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letra de “ain’t no peace” - lil nando

[intro]
(ayy, atl jacob)
yeah… b-tch
lil nando in this b-tch, p-ssy
come here (bow, bow)
we still outside, ho
ain’t no peace where i’m from, f-ck a truce (never)
we bring pressure, not excuses (grrah)

[chorus]
f-ck them n-ggas talkin’ ’bout (f-ck ‘em), we spinnin’ blocks, not runnin’ mouths (rrah)
caught that b-tch, he folded quick, he dropped his pole, then cried for clout (p-ssy)
we ain’t squashin’ sh-t, we upin’ sticks, then clearin’ sh-t out (boom-boom)
you make a post, we make a call—next thing you know, your brain fall out (boom!)
ridin’ dirty, ridin’ strapped (skrrt), f-ck the opps and f-ck the rats (f-ck ‘em)
they said “chill,” i said, “relax?” nah, i’m on war, ain’t no goin’ back (nah!)
b-tch, i’m the youngest steppin’ hard, i been on that since way back (since twelve)
ar got a switch and a nose ring—call that b-tch kodak (grrah-grrah!)

[verse 1]
this ain’t no movie, you die for real (for real)
glock with a beam, that sh-t too real (too real)
shootin’ outside granny’s crib, f-ck how them neighbors feel (f-ck ‘em)
that boy a b-tch, he claim he tough, but he the first to squeal (snitch!)
we treat them boys like happy meals, spin once, then get the k!ll (brrt!)
she said i’m heartless, i just laughed, then told her “suck it still” (haha, do it!)
i’m off a pill, got demons with me, they itchin’ just to drill (they fiendin’)
you ain’t no stepper, you just tweet—get popped for not bein’ real (boom-boom)
[bridge]
(yeah) b-tch, i’m reckless
pull up, hop out, leave that lexus breathless (boom!)
mama told me, “boy, you young and blessed,” but i ain’t learned my lessons (nah)
i’m in traffic with them weapons (bow), broad day send a message (rrah)
leave that lil’ boy on the curb, body stiff like a mannequin, dressin’ (laid out)

[chorus]
f-ck them n-ggas talkin’ ’bout (f-ck ‘em), we spinnin’ blocks, not runnin’ mouths (rrah)
caught that b-tch, he folded quick, he dropped his pole, then cried for clout (ho!)
we ain’t squashin’ sh-t, we upin’ sticks, then clearin’ sh-t out (brrah!)
you make a post, we make a call—next thing you know, your brain fall out (boom!)
ridin’ dirty, ridin’ strapped (skrrt), f-ck the opps and f-ck the rats (f-ck ‘em)
they said “chill,” i said, “relax?” nah, i’m on war, ain’t no goin’ back (nah!)
b-tch, i’m the youngest steppin’ hard, i been on that since way back (way back)
ar got a switch and a nose ring—call that b-tch kodak (rrah-rrah!)

[verse 2]
still on that, no fakin’, we don’t post no locations
just me and my demon, lurkin’ out that bas-m-nt (boom!)
caught him at the light, he tried to speed, but he ain’t make it (he ain’t make it)
bullets hit his neck, face, and back—his soul was shakin’ (d-mn)
f-ck them funerals, no flowers, we send them to satan (b-tch)
put them boys in the dirt, don’t ask me why i’m hatin’ (f-ck ‘em)
got my hoodie on in summer, glock got no safety (cl!ck-clack)
pistol dirty, vision blurry, but i still ain’t missin’ lately (bow)
[outro]
grrah-grrah!
lil nando, b-tch
still no peace, f-ck them opps (still no peace)
come here…
rrah!

- lil nando

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