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letra de doncha runaway - spice 1

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now don’t you run away from my glock
you can’t dodge 17 m-th-f-ckin’ shots
could somebody p-ss me a clip and a trigger
walk across the party pistol whip a n-gg-, sh-t

i’m comin’ up at ’em with the 9’s the glocks and macs
and they’ll never breathe again like toni braxton
’cause i don’t see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack
so say, what up? to the 187 fac

nappy head -ss m-th-f-ckas wearin’ plats
kickin’ back like a m-th-f-cka slangin’ s-x
ready to peel a n-gg- cap if they got the nap
so if you’re funkin’ with the fac
better to stay strapped

’cause we’ll be comin’ up at your back with the black gat
n-gg- and you be feelin’ kinda f-cked up
when your homie dropped, it’s simple
you can’t run away from my glock

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

spiggedy one kickin’ dat -ss with some lay back sh-t
the trigga happy n-gg-, i figure
n-gg-s won’t wanna step to me
if they know i’ll be bustin’ caps

i roll straps n-gg-s take naps
’cause i don’t be f-ckin’ around
when it comes to bustin’ that steel
i’m too real, n-gg-s feel me

when i kick this gangsta -ss sh-t that you never heard
but f-ck what you’ve heard
i smokes n-gg-s like herb
put your -ss smooth on ice

so n-gg- don’t be 2 proud to beg
for your m-th-f-ckin’ life
’cause nine kelly i’ma make ’em stutter
make ’em drop, n-gg-
you can’t run away from my glock

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

comin’ like the lench mobb swingin’ on the vine
bailin’ out peace to my m-th-f-ckin’ nine
pullin’ my cap back ready to serve they -ss
givin’ a f-ck about what the next n-gg- done up in the past

n-gg-, i like to let a n-gg- have a bl–dy body
don’t think i’m bad, no box and no karate
just a big fat gat for them suckas
i ain’t scared to you m-th-f-ckas

sh-t, and n-gg- that’s how it be
rollin’ with my m-th-f-ckin’ strap on the side of me
so don’t come at me with that sh-t
’bout you gon gaffle me up

i c-ck your cranium like the m-th-f-ckin’ [incomprehensible], n-gg-
so keep your hand on your pistol grip
bullets whistlin’ and sh-t
feel like a f-ckin’ missle when they hit

and i advice you to stay on the lurk
’cause if you funkin’ with my n-gg-s
you gon put in some work, n-gg-

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

doncha runaway
from my nine
there’s no place to hide
i’m gonna get you by and by

yeah, n-gg-
you knew you couldn’t f-ck wit this g
would you wanna step to me
fault, hoe, ha, ha
spiggedy one whippin’ on that -ss
ant banks in the m-th-f-ckin’ house

my n-gg-, omar
my n-gg- knocked out m-th-f-cka drunk and sh-t
this n-gg- jamar lay down the m-th-f-ckin’ studio
drunk in tha m-th-f-cka

you know what i’m sayin’
but you know one thing
everybody in this m-th-f-cka’s strapped

you know what i’m sayin’
and n-body comin’ up short
so don’t try to run away from my glock
can’t dodge 17 m-th-f-ckin’ shots
187 thousand g

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