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letra de worth nothin - r$g plug

let’s get it poppin’ in here got bad hoes, they shakin’ ass the p-ssy poppin in here
no, i can’t stop takin’ these drugs, i might
boot up off two pills i miss my thug, he taught me how to finesse
a b-tch, and that’s real free bud 421, j-neal

i be knowin’ these n-ggas hatin’ on me, they hate the life that i live
got him lookin’ at the bigger picture, that ain’t hung up in my crib
i cropped you off the frame, them youngins hit you up, but that’s still
you can’t say that wrong thing, you know your words get you k!lled

youngin’ grew up on that block, watchin’ cop cars
i broke rules with tyler, too, he say, f-ck all laws
dropped out of school, i made it through, that’s somеthing they never saw
lil dump ridin’ in that forеign coupe, first it was handlebars

went by my grandma’s house on weekends, slept on the floor
watched from the door, i watched my uncle tried to front the porch
stole money out of my cousin’s purse to get somethin’ from the store
on sundays, i had excuses, hated church clothes

used to go in my grandfather’s truck for change to save more
sh-t ain’t the same no more, i wonder where my pain go
i miss that same hoe, b-tch left but took me as a joke
heard a mother talk about me behind my back just cause i smoke on dope

f-cked up high, got shamed from the same coat i always wore
b-tch laughed up in my face, she tried to joke, it’s cause i smoke joe
i had my first fight on a bus stop right across from texaco
got kicked out my mama house, i went to hitchhike in the road
it’s not the life i chose, this sh-t gettin’ old
better days probably ain’t comin’ no more, i took control
had to watch the ones i called my bro, don’t trust these hoes
you ain’t need, what could they do for you though, might break the code

rest in peace me, start the boat, man, if i ain’t got extra four
remember her tellin’ me she wish her grandkids was close
if i could return the favor to her, i’d do the most
this has got the best of me, she died from havin’ a bad stroke

it’s all good

n-gga, you ain’t worth a dime
i gave this b-tch my everything, but that was just a waste of time
got my shooters in the cut, we reppin green cause b-tch we slime

b-tch keep f-ckin’ with my head like i don’t got a piece of mind
i got codeine in my p-ss and it be comin’ out my liver
i read everything she said, but that b-tch still gon’ say deliver
the opps, they steady tryna slide, but they don’t know we got a missile

i’m always tryna spend the block like a f-ckin’ fidget
they hate the way i’m livin’, cause i’m livin’ like a menace
n-ggas claim that they was there when i ain’t have a pot of p-ss in
so how the f-ck you say it’s beef, so if you want it, you can get it
they, don’t really understand me at all
if it ain’t gene wynn, i know that it ain’t work sh-t at all
i take all these drugs, cause it’s way too many problems i can’t solve
when they go feelin’ like you need em, it’s best you move around, don’t get involved

- rg plug

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