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letra de dont run / beggin’ you - nas blixky

[intro]
smoking [?] the top opp, n-gga
it could be me versus a hundred men
get that [?] for coming in (grrt, gang)
if you mention that n-gga, i’m either him or one of them
[?] we’ll never stop, show ’em how to do it

[chorus]
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)
[verse 1: mori briscoe]
i ain’t dissin’ for clout, n-ggas know how i rock (at all, at all)
top opp, keep running the top (top opp)
mention mb, that’s a whole ‘lotta shots (mb)
drop the addy, we cleaned that block (grrah, grrah)
rah swish rash’d up, he needa’ stop (like, stop)
ain’t no beef with that boy, he a flop
gun on my waist and this sh-t not a prop
in the floss, tryna send him to pop, smoke (he dead)
first n-gga we spot, gone (grrah, grrah)
tryna run, ’till he got, ghost (where he goin’?)
we spinnin’ back, lettin’ shots roll (rrah, rrah)
n-gga, i been outside since d hot (on bro)
he was talking on nick, now he died (on bro)
put the 80’s, we smoking on bdot
until we had a k, f-ck c hot (f-ck c hot)
these n-ggas ain’t sliding, n-ggas ain’t step (at all)
i did sh-t that i’ll never regret (at all)
we don’t even take y’all as a threat
shaq keep dissing, got shot at his neck, like how?
better get back soon, n-gga (get back)
when i up, better move n-gga (move back)
16 with me, he itchin’ to clip with me
feigning to catch us a woo n-gga (okay)
like, wait
.45 and it’s tucked by the waist
f-ck ’em now, we totin’ on ace (grrah, grrah)
droppin’ the rakes, get you shot in ya face
brodie pass me the knocks, i’ma bug out
graduated, but call me a gunna (grrah)
spin the .50, myself with my gun out (grrah, grrah)
brodie be cl!cking that sh-t till’ he run out (run out, run out)
[chorus]
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)

[verse 2: nas blixky]
otf, we posted in the jets
[?] left a n-gga on the set
big dog, n-gga, i’m a threat (tdot)
no more bdot, tdott to the chest
n-ggas mad i ain’t die like tony
one call, you could end like- (on gang)
had ’em straight up buckin’ off the pills (on bro)
we the reason n-ggas drop hat (facts)
if he tuss, then leave that n-gga flat (grrah)
all they dead n-ggas in the pack
free [?], get ’em whacked
n-gga, watch this knocker on me clap
no more fun, we slide on the opps
them n-ggas straight hot, they ain’t playin’ their block
i got hit, i ain’t tryna move hot
if a n-gga moves hot, on nick, he shot
n-ggas broke, gotta tell by their fit
all the woo n-ggas died, they ain’t get back since
amiri denims, prada, smoking dior
rollin’ dubai, chillin’ by the seashore
[chorus]
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)
on my top, my n-ggas, they on go
ali gon hit him, chew him through his coat
all my opposition ‘ready know
better not lack, all my n-ggas blow (bop, bop, bop)
herbo throwin’ ’till it’s nothing left
now he woozy, feelin’ outta breath
lil goofy ran into his death (don’t run n-gga)

- nas blixky

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