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letra de no shame - nyyjerya

[intro]
listen
them boys be real trap n-ggas
they don’t be high like yall boys

[verse 1]
stutter on the beat, i don’t do straight lines
go coke with the lime, with the remy sometimes
i don’t need drugs just to feel my high
and you’ll never understand until you get this fly
every rapper now a k!ller, that’s the problem
everybody got a trigger, and they fake hitters
i’m a go getter
can’t waste my time
money ain’t the motive but it’s on my mind
look
[verse 2]
please don’t pull it out unless you
wanna bang
got so many goons on mе, look like i’m a gang
i know i was destined to bе more than just a thug
please don’t test your blessings
unless you want to catch these slugs

[verse 3]
what’s beef to a beast, you a feast in the least
meetin these beats til i’m beat, no sleep
i don’t even know but i do it for my peeps
gotta keep it on me when i’m in these streets
moving obsolete, yeah the ops gon leak
if they step to me, that’s the last they gon speak
i don’t even know but i gotta go in
i don’t even know but i gotta go in

[verse 4]
i don’t really wanna have to show you n-ggas up
but you playing on my name like i’m a f-cking duck
hoe i really will just take your b-tch and take your n-gga
but i’m really focused on stacking up these figgas

[verse 5]
i don’t give a f-ck of who
think i’m hard
i’m a play my part
little b-tch can pull my card
and i’m in your hood sippin tea like what’s good
run up on me that’s the last time you would
[verse 6]
name of the game is not to have shame
you can sell p-ssy but not for loose change
no your worth, don’t settle for broke mane
i can do it too but i’m askin robbin
bask in my pain, i’m stuck to my lane
this is not for lames, it’s easy to get strange
stress on my brain make me wanna go insane
but i can’t just stop cuz i’m chasing my dreams

[verse 7]
i see n-ggas flexing hard with they last shootout
i don’t believe it, on nyy g they got they tools out
n-ggas really startin to sound like the police
hol up wait a minute we just might be homies
syke, wrong, ain’t no order, turn off your supply, ain’t no water
how you a feind tryna serve me a bean
and you can’t get right unless you on that lean
you don’t want money b-tch, you want codeine
my last b-tch, she died of od
and if she were she would be a og
and i’m still p-ssed she f-ckin left me

[outro]
underneath the service, all we really want is love
but the treat us like some surf, and say that we all thugs
what’s the point in dealing, when you can’t get it enough
what’s the point in dealing, when you can’t get it enough

- nyyjerya

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