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letra de they be talkin' - only the family

[verse 1: lil durk]
n-ggas gon’ die, they come with a diss (i know)
for that weed she sucking d-ck (i know)
catch a murder, self defense (you know)
free my dogs behind the fence (i know)
you around me n-gga don’t post no pic (i know)
they don’t say his name but i know they sick (i know)
f-ck what you is we go out saks (i know)
that new trike hawk i got it matte (i know)
your dog had told that sh-t attack (i know)
he pillow talking that’s a tech (i know)
known’ in the net, n-gga where you at? (i know)
he gon’ get caught, they put up a check (i know)
watch how you talk, when you talking them racks (nah)
we don’t tolerate no disrespect (no)
i was in that field i was off that dex
they’ll take you out for a pint of red (yes)
i know old heads that still the feds (yes)
we want the savages out the clan (yes)
nooski died that wasn’t the plan (no)
all that talk but i know they fans (i know)

[sigue: lil durk]
i know, b-tch i know
b-tch i know, b-tch i know, b-tch i-

[verse 2: king von]
where the thanks? y’all ain’t happy that we made y’all famous
we smoking tookah, don’t use roofs, i think these glocks more dangerous
most of the opps they really strangers, swear to god can’t name ’em (can’t name)
they must’ve grew up in the burbs, you know that’s out our range (that’s out our range)
and all them n-ggas told on rage, i’m like “this sh-t outrageous” (this sh-t outrageous)
lil’ bro ain’t know where he was going, sh-t he was just a baby
see where i’m from they p-ss out guns and they don’t p-ss out bundles (nah)
and where i’m from you got that sack you better run, don’t fumble
the first n-gga that i popped was tall like mutombo
even though i know how to box this ain’t no royal rumble
call his homie, yeah it’s john cena, he thought i didn’t see him (what?)
i up this glock, then rock this boat, now r.i.p aaliyah (boom, boom, boom, boom)
a faithful man but all these prints, i’m looking like a cheetah
i’m up to bet, can’t bond out next, i think i’m derek jeter (derek jeter)
you miss your homie, talking crazy, well you finna meet him (finna meet him)
the jeweler man, a stupid man, i put him in a reep, uh
credit cards and visas, uh
swipe soon as i meet her, uh
ape sh-t ceaser, uh
hot 4 beater, uh
late night creeping (what?)
crump pack stinking (what?)
what was he thinking? (what?)
police chase leave em (vroom)

[outro: lil durk]
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know they be talkin’, i know
i know they be flossin’, i know

- only the family

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