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letra de back to the trenches - mir banga

” now thou lay me down to sleep i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i die before i wake i pray the lord my soul to take amen”

but f-ck that sh-t f-ck that back to the block f-ck that back to the
mix keep me a bl!ck and i can’t trust no b-tch no i can’t trust
no b-tch and that sh-t so crazy n-ggas wanna do me dirty i know
it keep this 40 on hip and i’ll blow it n-ggas wanna take this chain it ain’t going and these hoes be tweaking b-tch wanna f-ck for the weekend b-tch wanna f-ck for the weekend come get it easy no limit like g eazy come run it up real sleezy i ain’t judging come f-ck.me and my cousin come f-ck me and my brother gang gang gang

verse 1:but f-ck that but f-ck that now it’s back to the grind where the money at? hustlе so d-mn hard where the drugs at all thеse rappers act g-y and iont feel that say they ass so real and iont feel that trynna claim fake hoods we ain’t with that bottom side west side be the best all these n-ggas be p-ssy i see it these n-ggas mad for no reason yah n-ggas leaving keep sleeping and we gone see you next season cause right now we don’t need you p-ssy i don’t get these n-ggas not all sh-t you call me friend and i call you fraud cause i keep it real sh-t i keep it raw young real n-ggas we don’t play at all he want beef let em have it dawg get petty n-gga put kids involved that’s how you rocking n-gga? that’s how we coming dawg put hollow tips inside ah rapper tummy f-ck it n-gga that’s how i’m feeling take blood money and make a f-cking k!lling gang uh gang uh gang uh but now n-gga i’m spazzing out bouta rob ah n-gga put him in ah drought he ah b-tch n-gga know what he about did my homework on sh-t i studied on him he talk sh-t but he don’t keep it on him diss me in yo rap i’ll get you clapped so don’t do that i don’t got no soul it’s too cold i don’t got no time for these hoes trynna touch ah million sell ah billion records sh-t i’m worth more than gold know what i bring to the label know what i bring to the table connect the plugs like a cable y’all lame ass rappers never faze me in ah city where these n-ggas love hate in ah city where these b-tches love to f-ck shawty seen her kids than ate the nut but she need her bag don’t give no f-cks her babypop don’t care neither all ready knew she was ah eater just like brandy know moesha but that’s just life it get deeper he lost his brother to ah opp he lost his daddy to the glock he lost his momma to the rock he lost his family to the block now he toting guns saying f-ck the cops saying f-ck these b-tches and f-ck the oops he walking down he ain’t spinning block he selling raw he don’t touch the rock used to play the courts now he play the block used to play with toys now he play with glocks trap god turning water wak say the wrong thing he gone getchu rocked left the crib knocked on wood looked down forgot his glock tried to double back but the door locked next thing you heard was some f-cking shots

but f-ck that sh-t f-ck that back to the block f-ck that back to the mix keep me ah bl!ck and i can’t trust no b-tch no i can’t trust no b-tch and this sh-t so crazy n-ggas wanna do me dirty i know it keep this 40 on hip i’ll blow it n-ggas wanna take this chain it ain’t going and these hoes be tweaking b-tch wanna f-ck for the weekend b-tch wanna f-ck for the weekend come get it easy no limit like g eazy come run it up real sleezy i ain’t judging come f-ck me and my cousin come f-ck me and my brother gang

- mir banga

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