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letra de no competition - bun b

(hook)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
so i’m gon make sure i can drop em (drop em)
load em up and c-ck em (c-ck em)
arms out the window and aim! (i will pull it back)
aim! (i will let it go)
aim! (i will lay it down)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)
so i’m gon make sure i can drop em (drop em)
load em up and c-ck em (c-ck em)
arms out the window and aim!
aim! aim! aim! aim! aim!
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)

(verse)
‘cause i am mike jordan, mike tyson, mike phelps
michelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helps
ha! the mic stealth, that’s for the mic’s health
you’ll take me out – now that’s the funniest sh-t, mike epps
they say the street need a hit
it ain’t gon write itself
so i’mma set this b-tch on fire
it ain’t gon light itself
and i’mma beat the beat up
it ain’t gon fight itself
f-ckin let it write itself until it good night itself
that’s for the og to do it
just equip me and do
you know what we a do fool
i will pull it back
i will let it go
i will lay it down

(hook)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)
so i’m gon make sure i can drop em (drop em)
load em up and c-ck em (c-ck em)
arms out the window and aim!
aim! aim! aim! aim! aim!
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)

(verse)
‘cus i am al capone, john gotti, larry hoover
tooky williams, mike and s-xy on, b-tch i will do ya
now when you talkin do a million people listen to ya?
or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya
you born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture
when you go, you gon try to take some trill n-gg-s wit ya
son of b-tch yea, i say f-ck you for a picture
come in to get yo head a bodybag
this shoulda fit ya
n-gg- talkin down in your subliminal rap
we’re playin, you get slow dice
like slit through the cr-ps
snap back to reality, there’ll be another studio
casually, try to battle me
i leave em rattled g
that’s for the og to do it
just between me and you
you know what we a do, fool
i will pull it back
i will let it go
i will lay it down

(verse)
staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scr-pers
get through it big, i got the rhythm to bend cages
choppa mad, places in front
we just stunt, you know my shakers
all of them shoot just like the lakers
paper fryers and goliath, mission attired, he wired
kill that n-gg- with the quick fast and tie it
check that houston goose and the cranberry will loosen n-gg-s up
quinton thought he was straight just like moose and
stat and pharell bustin them bow and arrows
we touch so we lowin sparrow
chums is long and goofy like cousin cowell
truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified
both teams is super loud
me and buns, the underworld is ours n-gg-
pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps
try to stop me n-gg-, shoot through his eyes
blow tryin to cope, coppin the stove, he drove pop us

(hook)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
so i’m gon make sure i can drop em (drop em)
load em up and c-ck em (c-ck em)
arms out the window and aim! (i will pull it back)
aim! (i will let it go)
aim! (i will lay it down)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)
so i’m gon make sure i can drop em (drop em)
load em up and c-ck em (c-ck em)
arms out the window and aim! (i will pull it back)
aim! (i will let it go)
aim! (i will lay it down)
‘cause them boys keep challenging me
(but there’s no compet-tion)

- bun b

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