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letra de gangsta pain - p yungin

[intro]
(kayo, this one crazy, fool)
(sauceboy sh-t, what you want me to play)
(ayy, kyngree got me gased up)

[verse 1]
i say it’s crazy
got day ones, some ain’t make it (mm-mm)
don’ start runnin’ from my love, you know that i ain’t waiting
sh-t, i just wanted to f-ck, and you just wanted a baby (mm-mm)
and you probably don’t even like my music, well lil’ b-tch, don’t play it
[chorus]
i remember days up in that field and i was thuggin’, for real (mm-mm)
smoking swishers on the front porch, and after eighth grade make it home to my steel (steel)
that boy ain’t never went on no drill, yeah (drill, yeah)
got choppa in my crib, yeah (crib, yeah)
you play and you get filled, yeah (filled, yeah)
they shootin’ and they ain’t even shootin’ back (ooh)
you can’t say sh-t ’bout py ’cause that sh-t ain’t even facts
they pull up with choppas (mm-mm, mm), after that your head is turnin’ flat (mm-mm, mm)
get some head and nut, then after that i (mm-mm, mm) hit that lil’ b-tch from the back (mm-mm, mm)
you was speakin’ on my partner, you get smacked (mm-mm, mm)

[verse 2]
they slingin’ choppas just to gun you down and leave you on the ground, yeah (mm-mm, mm)
oh no, don’t cry now, your partner he got caught, you’re (mm-mm, mm) outta bounds, b-tch (mm-mm, mm)
go get some revenge, leave one of them p-ssy n-ggas in the ground then (mm-mm, mm)
i keep a frown up on my face (mm-mm, mm), glock up on my waist, don’t make no sound then
but i might just pray (mm-mm, mm) for him every night ’cause i know he don’t trust these n-ggas (mm-mm, mm)
if i keep them n-ggas around (mm-mm, mm), why would you let them n-ggas hurt my image? (mm-mm, mm)

[chorus]
i remember days up in that field and i was thuggin’, for real (mm-mm, mm)
smoking swishers on the front porch (mm-mm, mm), and after eighth grade make it home to my steel (mm, mm)
that boy ain’t never went on no drill, yea (mm-mm, mm)
got choppa in my crib, yeah (mm-mm, mm)
you play and you get filled, yeah (mm-mm, mm)
they shootin’ and they ain’t even shootin’ back (ooh)
you can’t say sh-t ’bout py ’cause that sh-t ain’t even facts (mm-mm, mm)
they pull up with choppas (mm-mm, mm), after that your head is turnin’ flat (mm-mm)
get some head and nut, then after that i (mm-mm, mm) hit that lil’ b-tch from the back (mm-mm, mm)m
you was speakin’ on my partner, you get smacked (mm-mm, mm)
[verse 3]
uh, uh, breaks up in my head, i f-ck that b-tch and then forget her (mm-mm, mm)
when they catch that lil’ boy lackin’ (mm-mm, mm), pray to god ain’t with ’em (mm-mm, mm)
b-tch, i’m straight from out the pack (mm-mm, mm), you know i keep that f-cking bl!ck up (mm-mm, mm)
bullet hit him in the stomach (mm-mm, mm) like he finna do some sit-ups (mm-mm, mm)
what the f-ck you try the green for?
they hope out, they tryna peel some’ (mm-mm, mm)
i said them boys know i’ma get ’em (mm-mm, mm), they ain’t shootin’ for no reason (mm, mm)
when they shootin’, they tryna k!ll some’ (mm-mm, mm)
i told ’em somethin’ we was gon’ ball every season (mm-mm, mm)
i said how, “how you know that sh-t (mm-mm, mm) when you ain’t never feel it”
i say i don’t care, but deep inside, you know i really feel it (mm-mm, mm)
really want (mm-mm, mm) you to be inside, but baby girl, say, listen (mm)
yeah, i’m stressin’, most of my brothers up in prison (mm-mm, mm)
you know i keep my weapon (mm-mm, mm)
you probably don’t know that i’m with my tick (mm-mm, mm)

[bridge]
mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm
mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm

- p yungin

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