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letra de wanna be a g - spice 1

(chorus): 2x
so you wanna be a playa
so you wanna be a g
so you wanna be a gangsta (2nd time: player)
but you don’t wanna f-ck with me

(verse 1):
diamonds up on the pinky rolexes up on the wrist
take a good look at this old pimpin’ -ss
n-gg- you ain’t never seen a mack like this
it’s the thug in me
n-gg-s be walkin’ round muggin’ me ruggin’ me
tell your b-tch to give me my d-ck back
she pullin’ me and tuggin’ me
can’t be f-ckin’ round with you cluckhead b-tches
don’t need no fixin’ rubbers
just like my timin’ -ss partner (e-)40 say
punk b-tch y’all burn rubber
if that b-tch can’t swim then n-gg- she bound to drown
what’s up with you old ratched mouth -ss b-tches
tryna talk down on me and the town
you b-tches better recognize this is 187 proofer
mobbin’ out the cut with a fat a.k. and a black on black lex luther
ain’t no ? ? up in this ? ? just shut em down crush nasty
right now i’m kickin’ this pimp sh-t but you ho’s know i’m the last g
in sticky situations will have bust with no hesitation
you punk -ss n-gg-s don’t know my background
you just stuck on that player hation
why a n-gg- wanna talk bad on a timer who been down from the get go
i can smoke a blunt up in my hot tub don’t be trippin’ off that old sh-t though

(chorus): 2x

(verse 2):
you n-gg-s ain’t never seen me in person tryna -ss-ssinate my character
talkin’ bout spice ain’t got no paper
b-tch i’m a nightmare livin’ in america
ain’t no paperbag -ss n-gg- hoe i done been through some sh-t
n-gg-s walkin’ round out here i wanna kill
wanna kill me too that’s real
punk -ss n-gg-s they know who they is runnin’ round talkin’ sh-t
oh, f-ck that punk -ss n-gg-
spice 1 he ain’t nothin but a b-tch
but one of these days
i’ma have your -ss chopped up in the back of my benzo
mobbin’ to this old gangsta sh-t right here smokin’ on some of that indo
too many f-ck you b-tches up in the game n-gg-s be puttin’ too much on it
born and bred to be a thug -ss n-gg-
2 fingers on 2 twin glock triggers
i know the game ain’t got no rules and they got been laced
d-mn, if so many m-th-f-ckas didn’t know my face
i would’ve been offin’ you playa hatin’ -ss n-gg-s a long time ago
would’ve seen you filled up with slugs would’ve seen you dyin’ real slow
but you know what i ain’t trippin’ off that old sh-t
cause y’all n-gg-s ain’t worth my riches
go head and sit around and chatter my name out
i lace more punk -ss b-tches

(chorus): 2x

- spice 1

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