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letra de none of y'all - maxo kream

[hook]
you better get your roach -ss, broke -ss, never gettin’ no -ss
“maxo, let me get a picture with you”
you better get your b-tch -ss, snitch -ss
tattletale, quick fast, never hit a l1ck -ss n-gga
girl you better get your no cl-ss, no -ss, broke stripper, broke -ss
suckin’ d-ck for instagram pictures
girl you better get your welfare, loan stars, stay with momma, no car
baby daddy never in the picture
i was never f-ckin’ with you
peon -ss n-gga, i don’t f-ck with none of y’all
friendly -ss n-gga, i don’t f-ck with none of y’all
boppin’ -ss b-tch, i don’t f-ck with none of y’all
wanna hold a conversation, n-gga money talk
godd-mn maxo, see you shinin’, livin’ good, (good)
matte black rover turnin’ heads in the hood
pole jockin’ -ss n-gga, stay the f-ck up off my wood
talk down on me now, man i wish a n-gga would

[verse 1]
boy you better get your b-tch made, fake raps, fake gangs, fake traps
scared to catch a fade so you walk around with two straps
friendly -ss, mark -ss, twinkie, pop-tart -ss
walkin’ with them dogs but you never let them bark -ss
weak -ss, squeak -ss, hood hoppin’, flip floppin’
homie k!lled you n-gga and you still ain’t get it poppin’
scary -ss, fairy tale, talkin’ dope you never selled
bondin’ out on misdemeanours, never did a day a jail
i’m a stumped down n-gga cut from a different cloth
you a p-ssy -ss n-gga, i can smell you from afar
twitter beefin’ with emojis kinda sh-t that we don’t ball
pull up to you momma droppin’ 5-56’s, hit her car
same n-ggas talkin’ down, same n-ggas in my face
same n-ggas hit my line, same n-ggas player hate
while your broke -ss layin’ on the couch i’m goin’ state to state
n-ggas janky, i ain’t friendly with you n-ggas anyways

[verse 2]
young n-gga had to get it, ten toes
never gave a dollar to a stank hoe
remember me and big stevie used to share clothes
now i don’t p-ss blunts but i share hoes
funky b-tch can’t get no man so she walk around with d-ld-s
b-tch ain’t got no walls so the homies call her field goal
always up in somebody business you pretend yours
talkin’ about they next b-tch, what the f-ck you hatin’ for ?
baby daddy in jail now you f-ckin’ all his partners
turnin’ cheeks for free, you ain’t makin’ no dollars
hoodrat b-tch, talkin’ loud, havin’ squabbles
posin’ naked on the gram, fake internet model
lil’ momma talkin’ down but talk is cheap
always in somebody business, need to do you hair and feet
steady flappin’ you d-ck suckers, gossip talkin’ all that sh-t
need to get up off you -ss and get some money
funky chop -ss b-tch

- maxo kream

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