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letra de stop frontin' - remy ma

[hook]
never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n-gga stop fronting

[verse 1: remy ma]
oh god, tell me what’s a b-tch to do?
when i done punched more n-ggas in the face than you
talkin’ all that gun talk and you ain’t never popped nothin’
you ain’t no 2pac you ain’t even a pac cousin
never shot nothin’
and you not buzzin’
you the type to start totin’ sh-t cause you know the cops comin’
you say that you a gangsta, and you had the block runnin’
i say you a w-nksta, and you need to stop frontin’
[?]
your sh-t should have a parental advisory sticker on the package
that says “just rappin'”
you weak, and you wouldn’t poke a hole in the page
only [?] you gained, is when you said keep the change
how you tryna tell me to squeeze the [?]
when you [?]
y’all n-ggas is twinkie fillin’
so soft, you smushy
[?] i smell, i smell p-ssy

[hook]
never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n-gga stop fronting
[verse 2]
these n-ggas are liars
i hate ’em with passion
they need to pull they panties down and go put a pad on
mean mug em with they tats on
tell the pretty boy n-gga he need to go put some mack on
these n-ggas frontin’
they ain’t got no hard
they be deep in they emotions like [?]
how the f-ck you pushin’ hard
you never felt p-ssy raw
comin’ in rubbers
n-ggas skeetin’ all over your b-lls
walkin’ round with your heart on your sleeve
if it wasn’t for rap, you would starve on the streets
you ain’t a man you, a maggot
funny style havin’
send away your dresses, borderline f-ggot
the game ain’t fair, they runnin’ these [?]
if you do your homework you see they foolin’ they fans
f-ck n-gga i don’t like ya
what is all the hype for
if i let you f-ck then we’d only be dykin’

[hook]
never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n-gga stop fronting
[verse 3]

- remy ma

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