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letra de no love - manman badaxx

they don’t love me they just wanna see me knocked off
teriyaki how i’m drippin’ please no hot sauce
they got partna booked for murder like not my dawg
you k!ll my partna we gon’ load up and k!ll all y’all
he just fifteen walkin’ clutchin’ on that 4 pound
let off some shots we spin again let off some mo’ rounds
7.62 clear the scene look like a ghost town
i catch ‘em anywhere no yung joc it’s gon’ go down

we do walk ups make sure we don’t do no missing
i feel good when i k!ll all my opposition
run down know imma empty all of the extensions
when i caught my first stain i just could stop the grinnin’
brother told me flеx on ‘em watch how these n-ggas еnvy
i blew a check on her unc told me stop the spending
she drop that kneck on me say she wanna have my children
i pop a perc i keep on sippin’ til i feel it
i jumped in the game f-cked around and broke the rim
menace say don’t stress a thing he play gonna put a hole in him
i ain’t sparing none of the opps i run down for the overk!ll
and if these p-ssy n-ggas k!ll me better not call the folks on them
just go load up with them yappas and go rearrange his temp
smoke his ass just like a blunt send him to the sky just like a blimp
i can’t cap you say i did it then i did that what it is
it’s consequences when you thuggin’ better not get caught in that field
it’s my partna first day out say welcome home
say i’m a rockstar ain’t nothing like post malone
these n-ggas copycat they want be my clone
say you love me but you ain’t pick up the phone
don’t see my right be they noticing all my wrong
this sh-t don’t work it’s back to gettin’ off with that chrome
i got some tricks up my sleeve no home alone
ain’t been to sleep in days tryna put all my n-ggas )on
say we gettin’ money but i’m still stuck in the hole
i won’t bend break and i won’t never ever fold
big brother f-cked up ain’t never comin’ home
heart cold as f-ck i swear it’s made of stone
i’m in the streets but i find time to write these songs
ghetto gospel call me manman corleone
lots of k!llers drug dealers where i roam
you call it h-ll but where i’m from we call it home
they don’t love me they just wanna see me knocked off
teriyaki how i’m drippin’ please no hot sauce
they got partna booked for murder like not my dawg
you k!ll my partna we gon’ load up and k!ll all y’all
he just fifteen walkin’ clutchin’ on that 4 pound
let off some shots we spin again let off some mo’ rounds
7.62 clear the scene look like a ghost town
i catch ‘em anywhere no yung joc it’s gon’ go down

- manman badaxx

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