letra de ain’t gon’ cry - mizzle mac
ain’t gon’ cry lyrics
so you not the one?
who’s next? i ain’t gon’ cry about it
tell you the truth, or tell you nun
before i lie about it
just know i’m riding with my gun
and you can die about it
i cut you off, that mean i’m gone
b-tch, ain’t no why about it
knew you was hating from the jump
no, you weren’t sly about it
thought you was sl!ck, thought i was dumb
well n-gga try about it
i keep a bl!ck, get smoked like blunts
blue bullets spiral out it
my homies sick, go off on hunts
and get the siren sounding
she not the one hold #2, just cause her dome astounding
was here for fun, something to do, now off to guala counting
got n-ggas moving on my cue, you’ll be a water fountain
i’ll have my n-ggas run your blues, act like i’m your accountant
she not the one, and not him either.. but sh-t that’s life though
he like the brutus to my caesar, but that’s how life go
i really do this, you n-ggas weiners when i got my pole
got them like, “who this?,” they ain’t seen ‘er, b-tch i’m michael
i’m really cool, i’m selling ‘dope’ just like my mama neighbors
follow my rules and you can hope.. that i’m just gonna stay here
i got the tool, like bob and nope n0body gonna take it
that boy a fool, well he misspoke and now he moving gracious
so you not the one?
who’s next? i ain’t gon’ cry about it
tell you the truth, or tell you nun
before i lie about it
just know i’m riding with my gun
and you can die about it
i cut you off, that mean i’m gone
b-tch, ain’t no why about it
knew you was hating from the jump
no, you weren’t sly about it
thought you was sl!ck, thought i was dumb
well n-gga try about it
i keep a bl!ck, get smoked like blunts
blue bullets spiral out it
my homies sick, go off on hunts
and get the siren sounding
and get the siren sounding..
my homie sick, he go on hunts and get the siren sounding
i got him hit, i got him done, and ain’t n0body found him
(318 zilla:)
n0body knows, i got to make it home
i ride with choppas in the ghetto
they sing like a falsetto
wait til they get a load of this sh-t
i want a 7 car garage, fill it up with (?)
and park ‘em where i’m from
no catching up with this sh-t.. at all
remember living hard, now i’m living like the one
so you not the one?
who’s next? i ain’t gon’ cry about it
tell you the truth, or tell you nun
before i lie about it
just know i’m riding with my gun
and you can die about it
i cut you off, that mean i’m gone
b-tch, ain’t no why about it
knew you was hating from the jump
no, you weren’t sly about it
thought you was sl!ck, thought i was dumb
well n-gga try about it
i keep a bl!ck, get smoked like blunts
blue bullets spiral out it
my homies sick, go off on hunts
and get the siren sounding
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