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letra de snake niggas - playboiikam & playboiijaay

chorus:
these n-ggas be snakes
talk when you absent but smile in yo face
these b-tches be fake
they’ll f-ck witchu and stunt the next day x2

(playboiijaay)
these n-ggas be fake
but i keep me a rocket
its stuffed in my pocket
if a n-gga run up then you know ima c-ck it
f-ck onna b-tch then take a trip to the tropics
calling ha phone she giving me sloppy
d-mn thats really f-cked up
you calling her phone and she not picking up
dont trust these b-tches better know not to cuff
could be f-cking yo homie and you giving her love ,f-ck
but ima just kick it
luh b-tch broke my trust so im not loving these b-tches
f-ck wrong wit these b-tches
i see thru the clouds yeah my vision is vivid
not focused on b-tches im worried bout riches
he inhaling smoke then he end up inna ditch
then i f-ck on his b-tch
balling on n-ggas i shoot in his mit
luh shawty be f-cking me loving that grip
her n-gga pop sh-t and catch one to the lip
got so many b-tches i feel like a pimp
slide on his ass now he walk wit a limp
line his ass up so he got him a temp
we not waiting for 12 so we buss and then dip
yeah
like im with yo b-tch
she sucking my d-ck and im taking a pic
after im done tell you come getcho bit n-gga

chorus:
these n-ggas be snakes
talk when you absent but smile in yo face
these b-tches be fake
they’ll f-ck witchu and stunt the next day x2

(playboiikam)
these nikkas be snakes, but imma stay real, pop me a nikka ain tam quin mat bout pills, all of dese racks uu know they surreal, up onna top ion know how det feel, grab me a 9 like a b-tch imma bag it, reload the clip stick it under my jacket, we gone shoot both but dont call me a f-ggot, talk out his neck we gone make it elastic, yeah you know we gone stretch it, not banging blue but uu gone get the message, spin round yo block like a game of some tetris, confront him on some he dont never confess it, he gone shed his skin, told his some sh-t, he won’t do it again, find who it was we gone shoot him again, these nikkas be snakes so i got rid of friends

(playboiijaay)
these n-ggas ain friends i call these boys family
can’t wait til i blow i might win me a grammy
know dat i miss her do this for my granny
when i get rich i swea to take care of my family
yeah
without my moms b-tch i wouldn’t be sh-t
movitated me to get up and get it
talk bout her and catch one to yo fitted

(outro)
talk when you absent but smile in yo face
these b-tches be fake
they’ll f-ck witchu and stunt the next day x2

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