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letra de no pretending - lil tgang

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
walking’ down that block, you gon’ get hit
all these n-ggas know why they talkin’ sh-t and we gon’ have to pull up with a f-ckin’ stick had the fourty with a d-ck, get your n-ggas lit, huh
n-ggas don’t see what this sh-t is in every day, i know i’m on my problems and
i just know i gotta fix my problems man when them n-ggas, don’t know they cannot rock with me
every day, i think about this finish, man just let me f-ckin’ finish, man
i know that, know i’m a business man i just know that i gotta finish him and i’ma hit a n-gga off the block and win we gon’ have to f-ckin’ spin his block again
all these n-ggas talkin’ like they really fans we got sum n-gga who wanna problem again
them n-ggas really wanna me dead now i just know a n-gga want me dead now
why they really want my f-ckin’ head now? they always comin’ close to me to get my bread now
i’m just tryna make some, i said, f-ck the feds now i be on my own, my own now
all these n-ggas really thinkin’ they be on now i be all, all in my zone now just paying on the way, just be on every n-gga hatin’ on me on what i be on
don’t know, the time that i be on n-ggas run up on me, get yo heat blown n-ggas get that motherf-ckin’ heat blowin’ n-gga, we gon’, and we gon’ heat blow, yeah
we gon’ have to hide the f-ckin’ heat gon’, yeah we gon’ have to hide the f-ckin’ heat gon’, yeah
we gon’ have to blow a n-gga f-ckin’ head y’all n-ggas talkin’ like i’m f-ckin’ dead
we gon’ have to pull up on your block in red we gon’ have them bullets in the sh-ll case n-ggas in the sh-t, make them n-ggas head we gon’ have to block, we gon’ leave you dead we gon’ have to pull up again, leave you dead talk about that blood like it’s bl–dy red
y’all n-ggas really want me dead now every day i think about my bread now how them n-ggas really want my head now we got somethin’ nah for your head now
we gon’ have to spin your block again all them n-ggas really know they being fan ain’t never doing no shakin’ hands we got somethin’, n-gga, we gon’ up again
yeah, we got somethin’, we got somethin’, we gon’ pop again all them n-ggas know they just bein’ friends
we got somethin’, n-gga, we gon’ up again ion know why them n-ggas fake they just pretend

[outro]
yeah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah oh-oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
yeah that money blood yeah n-ggas we go begin
we gon’ have to f-ckin’ spin the block again all them n-ggas knowing i ain’t bein’ friends

- lil tgang

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