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letra de rnc - shy glizzy

[intro]
yeah
oh
young jefe holmes

[chorus]
no, you don’t wanna play with them, them n-ggas insane
my n-ggas poppin’ pistols when i’m poppin’ champagne
say, n-gga, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your d-mn gang
do you wanna turn a real n-gga campaign?
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, we don’t claim the same thing
think sh-t sweet, if you want it, i’m gon’ blow your d-mn brains
boy, we crashin’ out, you best stay in your d-mn lane
just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain
[verse 1]
okay, h-llo to my haters, they know young jefe too player
had to cut them n-ggas off ’cause they owed me too many favors
if you play with my gang, they find you in a newspaper
heard you ain’t got no aim, that’s how lil’ what’s-his-name sprayed you
and i hope it never come out that i put racks on that man
i’m the boss, i’m the lieutenant, i’m the leader of the clan
but even if i wasn’t, i’m still a one-man band
girl, i’m sorry, i can’t love, it’s just a one-night stand
you can find a n-gga better than me? go ‘head, b-tch, i doubt it
asked, “is we going to greece?” and she said, “yeah,” then she pouted
that knife, it almost took me out, i still dream about it
i was just waitin’ by my mama house, i’ma still see ’em ’bout it, yeah

[verse 2]
drunk so much casamigos, i forgot my own name
ridin’ with that ar grande, you gon’ hear the way it sing
my b-tch a spoiled brat, i told her appreciate her things
we be avoidin’ that when i say that and i make lames
waitin’ on that phone to ring, where was you? i was in pain
she said, “the way you f-ck my brains, i’m scared of you, i wanna scream”
and this gg on my chain is greg yüna, not johnny dang
my b-tch rock amina muaddi denim, not alexander w-ng
i’m a menace to society, they treat me just like caine
militaries talkin’ ’bout hirin’ me, tryna send me to ukraine
mama talkin’ ’bout retirin’, i told her that she late
every time we catch a body, we go and make it rain, oh
[chorus]
no, you don’t wanna play with them, them n-ggas insane
my n-ggas poppin’ pistols when i’m poppin’ champagne
say, n-gga, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your d-mn gang
do you wanna turn a real n-gga campaign?
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, we don’t claim the same thing
think sh-t sweet, if you want it, i’m gon’ blow your d-mn brains
boy, we crashin’ out, you best stay in your d-mn lane
just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain

- shy glizzy

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