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letra de no contradiction - shon thang

[intro]
on my own, won’t be a batty boy, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
as i live, a rude boy

[chorus]
i run through that paint, no contradiction (la-da-da)
we gon’ get it all gone (all gone)
get that burner, hard as f-cks and go out and call my dog home
neighborhood problem child, b-tch i’m livin’ wild (i’m livin’ wild)
get that beckonin’, we f-ck it up in lennox now (now, yeah)
ratchet wanna f-ck me for a bag, b-tch, you got it all wrong (it’s all wrong)
i came from sh-t, that concrete what i used to crawl on
we hope, callin’ in that fear, they gotta feel me now (b-r-r-row)
if they don’t let us in the door then we gon’ kick it down

[verse 1]
i ran through that paint, no contradictions or prescription (contradictions)
with a dirty pistol filled with ammunition
who the f-ck got you n-ggas thinkin’ we gon’ lay it down? (lay it down)
’cause where i come from it’s a chance that i won’t make it out
that’s why i’m strapped up with that burner, you aren’t gonna understand why (why)
if you don’t wanna slow it up ’cause we puttin’ in ones, yeah
me a rasta, no for forgiveness, slaughter me imposter (slaughter me imposter)
b-tch, i ball out every season, i’m the sickest on the roster
they say i give the trap more time than her, like, “where we stand?” (like, “where we stand?”)
you can’t stay down and give a f-ck, i’m tryna run some things
i do beckon, pitchin’, this sh-t is not a game
and oh lord, they gotta feel my pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
‘fore they let me in the door, i’ma kick it down, down, down
servin’ in my section, b-tch, you out of bounds, bounds, bounds
got me f-cked up in my territory (territory)
forty glocks and ars in my inventory, yeah, yeah
boss sh-t, before i won, i had to lose (i had to lose)
come try finesse, you make the news
so many towers on my d-ck, on god, i ain’t know what to do (on god)
you know i went with the move (with the move, move, move)
trap out them apartment, glock sit on my lap
no, i don’t play no glove compartment
’cause i don’t know who wanna steal my soul (my soul)
might break your b-tch off somethin’, but i won’t never fold
that sh-t me hit me door, you know it’s good as sold

[chorus]
i run through that paint, no contradiction (la-da-da)
we gon’ get it all gone (all gone)
get that burner, hard as f-cks
and go out and call my dog home
neighborhood problem child, b-tch i’m livin’ wild (i’m livin’ wild)
get that beckonin’, we f-ck it up in lennox now (now, yeah)
ratchet wanna f-ck me for a bag, b-tch, you got it all wrong (it’s all wrong)
i came from sh-t, that concrete what i used to crawl on
we hope, callin’ in that fear, they gotta feel me now (b-r-r-row)
if they don’t let us in the door then we gon’ kick it down

- shon thang

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