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letra de pussy - q da fool

[verse 1: q da fool]
you keep talkin’ bout that clique and sh-t
i see that p-ssy in your eyes
why you lyin’? you ain’t tryin’ ride you ain’t tryin’ slide
if they put us on the news n-gg- you ain’t tryin’ hide
you gon turn yourself in you p-ssy n-gg- close your thighs
i ain’t lacking i don’t ever close my eyes
every time i close my eyes i see og bob die
and every time i trust a n-gg- i get snaked out every time
that’s why i say f-ck a n-gg- man i don’t got the time
i don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies
n-gg-s shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide
you bout to go to trial n-gg- hold your chin up
we got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner
they done k!lled my n-gg- dre that sh-t was in the way
n-gg-s fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay
first n-gg- i robbed f-cked up and showed fool the safe
he came home the next day errything out of place
i’m hungry i want millions i want foreigns
give this everything i got we working early in the mornings
we outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding
pull up on em
i’m beefing harder than a b-tch
i gotta keep that thang up on me
real n-gg-s rare
counted on some n-gg-s (huh) and n-gg-s wasn’t there
ran out the house, what the f-ck? that n-gg- wasn’t there
so when i seen him put bullets all in that n-gg- head
largo road made me a soldier, n-gg- i’m right there
the streets not fair
the streets not fair
we gon keep shooting til the judge give our -ss the chair
keep them tools come get repaired
i be counting up the dead
i was bout to grab the uzi, but i grabbed the mac instead
uh, i can’t believe what this n-gg- said
he told them peoples what we f-cking did
this n-gg- tryin’ give me a hunnit years
now i gotta put a bomb on his muva head
my glock black, but my coat red
c-ke white i’m a trappa b-tch i’m bout my bread
this that gucci ucci
come and check the thread
my n-gg-s do ya boosie
i can’t control my friends

[verse 2: duffle bag boog]
i lost my right hand man it f-cked me up inside
i was locked up in my cell i couldn’t even slide (d-mn)
n-gg-s want me dead, so i gotta keep that iron
rather do time than handle my mother crying
how the f-ck that boy a shooter he ain’t never slide
man respect man can’t even look me in my eyes
og rich shoota b-tch we live a life of crime
he said he need a molly brick i said i need a [?]
god d-mn
here we go again with the bull sh-t
riding in the coop, but we got a hunnit in this b-tch
max got the dog in man we on that ova sh-t
you bet not walk up in my section getting punished in this b-tch
all black hoodie remember me and don on that mission
pop another dom man that sh-t be f-cking with me
swerving in traffic n-gg- i got about a hunnit fifty
if it ain’t gang n-gg- anybody can get it

- q da fool

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