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letra de on me - sob x rbe

yo, richie hit that sh-t, hit that sh-t, hit that sh-t

[verse 1: slimmy b]
glock23 thinkin’ ’bout throwin’ the stick on ’em
new cls with that amg kit on ’em
lil’ baby got that wet p-ssy, put that cream on me
catch a n-gg- slippin’ late night, put that beam on ’em
crestside baby, quick to do a n-gg- janky
we move like the navy and then do a n-gg- shady
was lost in these streets, ’til this rap sh-t saved me
n-gg-s stay talkin’ crazy, ’til they yapped wit’ this drakey
it’s real n-gg-, yeah these streets real
thinkin’ it’s a game, ’til yo’ -ss get k!lled
only f-ck with real, fake n-gg-s i can’t feel
and since i lost my uncle, real love, i can’t feel
pack .40 on me n-gg- i ain’t throwin’ jabs
glock23, but this spit chrome mags
b-tch i’m in my bag, blowin’ all this cash
that broke sh-t in the past, two hundred on the dash

[chorus: slimmy b]
these n-gg-s want me dead so i keep it on me
baby is you really down to ride for me?
runnin’ up these bands got a n-gg- ot
n-gg- keep it real, y’all don’t really want beef
these n-gg-s want me dead so i keep it on me
baby is you really down to ride for me?
runnin’ up these bands got a n-gg- ot
n-gg- keep it real, y’all don’t really want beef
n-gg-!

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
we don’t want peace, naw b-tch we want smoke
glock wit’ a pole and my demons want souls
we don’t want chains if that sh-t fake gold
b-tch i need respect, ‘for i let the ‘k blow
f-ckin’ wit’ them opps, get your dumb–ss smoked
speakin’ on the gang, that’s some sh-t you just don’t
we don’t wanna talk, naw b-tch we want funk
i keep a big–ss gun and you a big–ss joke
i be wildin’, choppas out the benz and we slidin’
and we violent, n-gg-s want sh-lls then we got it
i don’t give a f-ck if it ain’t money it don’t matter
and you better check your b-tch ‘fore you make a n-gg- hurt her
i remember i was down bad, now my mouth full of d’s wit’ my smilin’ -ss
and you know i keep that glock, wit’ my wildin’ -ss
and i still got some checks i ain’t never cashed

[verse 3: daboii]
n-gg- keep it real, n-gg- y’all don’t really want beef
n-gg- keep it real, n-gg- we don’t want peace
drop on the opps, put ’em on a whole tee
n-gg-s say they on me, so i’ma keep it on me
n-gg-s want me dead, i ain’t goin’ fo’ that
glock with a leg, blow a n-gg- whole back
n-gg- ran up, have ’em runnin’ four flats
would pull up to y’all block, but y’all never on that
i’m a dog to these hoe’s, you tryna buy a bone?
came in this world, to the neck, i’ma die alone
this my n-gg-s rock with me if i’m right or wrong
now the glock ‘lil’ kevin’ ’cause he ride along
f-ck n-gg-, this a message, this is not a song
and my momma always prayin’ when i’m not at home
do them n-gg-s want f-ck? yeah they probably don’t
and let you f-ck n-gg-s slide, yeah i probably won’t

- sob x rbe

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