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letra de better dayz - nathan the menace

[verse 1]
aye n-gg-s be cappin’ for p-ssy
you know me, and i’m strapped with a toolie
always on the block, yea’ i’m always on duty
ion f-ck wit’ that b-tch ’cause she is too pushy
i had to realize that n-gg-s is goofy
i just poured a 4 i’m feelin’ woozy
i was just locked in my cell bout to lose it
i know y’all opps watch on my movement
i really don’t need to have sh-t be proven
i’ve been workin’ harder, i been improvin’
i remember me and sleepy was zooted
ain’t have to do sh-t, so we was just coolin’
just stepped in the studio, now i’m cookin’
i know you n-gg-s be really lookin’
i serve to the fiends, them n-gg-s be droolin’

[chorus]
just f-cked a b-tch, then smoked some dope
remember them days where i was poor
still feel the pain, i still feel low
don’t need that b-tch, imma just pour a 4

[verse 2]
i’m just a young n-gg- tryna make it
i’m from the city where n-gg-s try to fake it
don’t act like somethin’ you not
my n-gg-s gon’ pull up right to yo spot
kick down the door, shoot at yo head
f-ck you, all yo’ n-gg-s is dead
me and my n-gg-s gon’ aim at yo dreads
blow yo’ sh-t back, we one step ahead
me and all my n-gg-s just some hotheads
in the field ain’t no resets
i’m finna make yo mama upset
me and sleepy gon’ do a duet
make all this money and count some checks

[chorus]
just f-cked a b-tch, then smoked some dope
remember them days where i was poor
still feel the pain i still feel low
don’t need that b-tch, imma just pour a 4

[verse 3]
load all my guns and shoot for fun
got the glock and that b-tch came with a drum
that track with youngin? that sh-t go dumb
f-ck is you sayin’, we just begun
kidnapped you and put you in the trunk
i’m so high, i feel so slumped
writing this sh-t, made me go numb

[chorus]
just f-cked a b-tch, then smoked some dope
remember them days where i was poor
still feel the pain i still feel low
don’t need that b-tch, imma just pour a 4
aye, aye

[verse 4]
ion f-ck with you, b-tch, f-ck out my face
i keep it tucked, like a key in valet
if you say some dumb sh-t, b-tch i’ll let it spray
i’m with 3/o and he got the k
i’m on my grind, i’m gettin’ paid
can’t trust n-gg-s ’cause they all just flakes
only f-ck wit a few, imma serve ’em plates
don’t trust no n-gg-, they all jus’ fake
b-tch!

- nathan the menace

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