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letra de gun fight - mango foo

[chorus]
never bring a knife to a gun fight
you n-gg-s who [?] the beef, get your funds right
catch me doin’ donuts at the red light
i want her ’cause i want to see what the head like
diamonds on me, headlights, yeah, they shine bright
no matter how you play, yeah, i know you scared, right
i heard that n-gg- 12, he work with the feds, right
i know that you can tell that i count up them deads, right

[verse]
you know i’m in the field and i make plays like dez bryant
you broke and we can tell, it ain’t no secret, i ain’t lyin’
if you cuff, i post her bail, i just wanna hit her, she ain’t mine
got me thinkin’ she a bill collector, they way she blowin’ up my line
tell that hoe to meet me at the marriott or the other spot
i just put the srt in sport, [?] the parking lot
remember when i got the card report, all the f’s i got
and now i need me a restraining order for this b-tch i got
n-gg-s like to snitch a lot, they really hoes and [?] a lot
i’m tryna get rich a lot, is you tryna get rich or not?
we givin’ out haircuts on the block, we brought them clippers out
i can’t believe we made it from the kitchen and the silver pot
when they see me on the block, call me mr. got it
i don’t have to pop the trunk, it’s a pocket rocket
cookie smellin’ like a skunk or a dead body
you feelin’ froggy, n-gg-, jump, i don’t go for poppin’
i graduated from the streets and you flunked out of it

- mango foo

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