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letra de fdh - pnb rock

[verse 1]
f-ck these hoes, i just hit ‘em then i flee ‘em
‘cause i know hoes f-ckin’ for some lime-a-ritas
think i’m cuffing, you don’t know me ho
yeah we can chill, and we can f-ck, and we can smoke this dope
other than that, you don’t get nothin’ but a lil conversation
‘cause we cool but we ain’t that cool
b-tch i ain’t really got no patience
for no ho sh-t
learned that back in oh-six
fell in love, i went to jail
she ain’t hold me down, i was so sick
nowadays i been in the trap, gettin’ them racks
watch ‘cause the cops kickin’ doors down
and made money, the b-tch she ain’t been on my mind
‘cause i ain’t really worried ‘bout no hoes now
lately i been over there in mix
stayin’ down, tryna get a brick
stayin’ strapped with my four pound
n-gg- just said he got a lick
say he know the boy with the sh-t
h-ll yeah i’m on go now
i’m rappin’, i’m trappin’, i’m singin’, i’m smashin’, your girl wanna have me (that’s her)
i hit my plug like i’m ready and he come at me with the package (that work)
i’m smokin’, i’m drinkin’, i’m leanin’, but don’t ever think that i’m lackin’ (h-ll nah)
here go the answers to all of the questions i know you gon’ ask me (ask me)

[chorus]
f-ck these hoes, i ain’t really on they time
you ain’t money b-tch, then you ain’t on my mind
i been rappin’, i been trappin’, i been stackin’, never lackin’
b-tch i’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think i’m lyin’
f-ck these hoes, i ain’t really on they time
you ain’t money b-tch, then you ain’t on my mind
i been rappin’, i been trappin’, i been stackin’, never lackin’
b-tch i’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think i’m lyin’

[verse 2]
n-gg-s actin’ like they trappin’, they be fraudin’
never sold no crack, on tracks like i got hard an’
i bet that you don’t even know a plug
faking for these b-m b-tches, man we know what’s up
n-gg-s do anything for a buzz now
see it’s cool to act like you sell drugs now
‘til you really in the field and a n-gg- get k!lled
now you point your fingers, tellin’ to the judge now
you a rat in the hood, no thug now
in the club they don’t show you no love now
b-m b-tches ain’t tryna let you f-ck now
n-gg- shoulda stayed in your lane, you on the bus now
ho sh-t, i ain’t never on no ho sh-t
i’m a real n-gg-, i be on my dope sh-t
trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles n-gg-
all i know is hustle, i’ll never trust no b-tch
i swear i’ll never change on my n-gg-s
no matter what, i’ll be the same with my n-gg-s
keep gettin’ all this f-ckin’ change on my n-gg-s
i don’t give a f-ck if it ain’t ‘bout my n-gg-s

- pnb rock

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