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letra de all i know - mo3

[intro]
f-ck these n-ggas, man, i’m thuggin’ (f-ck ’em)
alright? it’s on gang (let’s go)
bg4l, n-gga, i’m sayin’ i’m out here, that’s how i let a n-gga know
that’s all i know

[verse 1]
get clocked out (yeah)
i’m talkin’ bow-bow-bow
them parts knocked out (bah)
gotta keep that glock out
partners on lockdown
’cause the block hot
ready to roll when the cops out
watch us pow-pow, better watch out
get stupid guap now
and tell the opps they gon’ get shot dead (ayy)
my partner just got thirty sub-ones
give ’em to my son, thirty-one (now)
heard they lookin’ for me when i’m ridin’ ’round with a dirty gun
told my youngin’, “hurry up, we got a murder one, go serve him some” (yeah)
jump out with this stick like take his pic’, we gon’ f-ck over him
r-e-s-p-e-c-t, me got it
bro, watch over him (for real)
meet me up they block with .223s
let’s go make sure it’s them (i know it’s them)
hit up they location and get close to them (bah)
we hop out on feet
get two for one, we smoke both of them (ayy)
[pre-chorus]
late night i’m thuggin’ somewhere post that i can’t get no sleep (nah)
straight-pipe, i f-ck her down, that n-gga, she don’t wanna leave
every time he f-ck the ho’ she tell me that he mention me
thug life, b-tch, i’m cut-throat, don’t k!ll ’em when they send for me (yeah)

[chorus]
knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone (bone)
good p-ssy, fire ho’, can’t leave the b-tch alone (nah)
late night, creepin’ with another n-gga ho’ (i am)
big fine, freaky b-tch gon’ take a n-gga soul (yeah)

[verse 2]
money calls, a lotta guns, that’s all a n-gga know (oh yeah)
street n-gga round it up, that’s all a n-gga know (for real)
“money over bullsh-t” yeah, that’s what i was told (oh yeah)
so i’ma keep on ridin’ the b-tch, that’s all a n-gga know (yeah)
f-ck that, look they done did too much, we gon’ slide up (yeah)
the truck black, we catch them slippin’ or they gettin’ fired at (bah)
but, who said that? b-tch i don’t run and look, what you hidin’ from?
no cap, i’m sick of these n-ggas, b-tch let’s go top ’em up
money long, thick fine b-tch on, i gotta f-ck
look, two phones, the opp keep callin’, this n-gga watchin’ us
that 40 on me, n-gga, quit playin’, i know you watchin’ her
one call, i run down on y’all, shoot all y’all houses up
and while my youngins gettin’ money, uh-huh (tell him that’s big facts)
i’m deebo to these n-ggas, i won’t let ’em get they sh-t back (nah)
blow ’em up like c4, we pop out, gon’ get yo sh-t clapped
they won’t find ’em like he nemo, he’ll be swimmin’ where the fishes at
[chorus]
knick-knack paddy whack, give a dog a bone (bone)
good p-ssy, fire ho’, can’t leave the b-tch alone (nah)
late night, creepin’ with another n-gga ho’ (i am)
big fine, freaky b-tch gon’ take a n-gga soul (yeah)

[outro]
money calls, a lotta guns, that’s all a n-gga know (oh yeah)
street n-gga round it up, that’s all a n-gga know (for real)
“money over bullsh-t” yeah, that’s what i was told (oh yeah)
so i’ma keep on ridin’ the b-tch, that’s all a n-gga know (yeah)

- mo3

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