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letra de don't play - nolivesmatter

[intro]
bow bow
bah bah (bah)
bah bah bah bah bah (mathias, ahaha)
-nolivesmatter-

[verse 1]
i like count my dollas
grab my choppa
shoot an oppa
do that everyday
i shoot the sky until these n-ggas run away
yes its nolivesmatter
you know that we do not f-ckin play
yes im dressed in all black
lookin like an air force (ayee!)
yeah he said hes the plug
but im the d-mn source
take his life
i show no remorse
85 is on my dash
im racing in this d-mn porsce
your girlfriend just set you up
thats a spooky thot
strobe light on my stick
got me feeling like im swatt
aim it at his head (huh?)
now he got some bl–dy locks
fn-57 huh
bullet holes built like dots
(beat fade)

[verse 2]
your girlfriend just sucked me up
she said im f-ckin tasty
i told that b-tch to ride this d-ck ‘cus im too f-ckin’ lazy
i f-ck another white b-tch
i think her name is katie
i wet yo’ whole d-mn block
yes these n-ggas call me haiti
yeah my stick is zack but my glock is cody
they call me d
im a savage they dont know me
when i rap i spit flames
someone please come smoke me
your girl just pulled up
she’s going down like- (-bleep-)

[verse 3]
i came from h-ll i said what i said
young schitzo so i am skull bent
take his life i love revenge
k!ll myself and k!ll my friends
[?]
f-ck my whip i need a benz
walk right up you will ascend
i shoot sh-t you play pretend
(beat distorts)

[vythe verse 1]

i got the forces on me with the crease
that boy keep on talkin’ put d-ck in his knees
yeah, im talking my sh-t while im up in the peice
yeah i walk with yo b-tch i do not need a leash
‘nolivesmatted’ tatted on my chest
i dont give a f-ck
stupid bih gone give me neck
i wont even f-ck
i got zips on zips yeah i push em like a tonka truck!
you aint got no bread f-ck n-gga
please stop flexxing twnety bucks
sneak through the back
then hit from the back
yeah im poppin her spine then i nut and relax
when she suck on my d-ck that b-tch dont miss the sack
yeah i feel like im uzi i keep my a rack
mag on me mag on me
i am not fightin’ you
bag on me bag on me
i am not robbin’ you
hand on my hip go dudududududu (-gunshots-)
i make him rage now he stuck in the lobby queue
my n-ggas we convicted felons
we air sh-t for fun
up the stick and pop that sh-t like wizard 101
clip gone make him doceydoe and make his b-tch ass run
soundcloud rappers p-ssy so i f-ck em with my gun
[outro vythe]

ahhhhhh
f-ck a n-gg– with my gun
f-ck that n-gga
yeah f-ck that n-gga too
nolivesmatter sh-t
nolivesmatter sh-t n-gga
f-ck you f-ck you and f-ck you die

- nolivesmatter

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