letra de david yurman - sxuuly
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
n-ggas
n-ggas like, “why you don’t go back to ‘omi?'”
i’m like, “i can’t, just ’cause the old me”
bad bih’ on me, wanna know me
n-ggas they police, want patrol me
n-ggas see i’m free they wanna narc on me
n-ggas see i’m clean they wanna barf on me
my friends’ helping hands turn to fists on me
d-mn that sh-t’s sad to see
tell ’em i prey on ’em like a sadducee
she mad at me, threw her purse at me
like, “sxuuly you a assh0l-”
k!ll him in the grass with my wolves and my jackals
n-ggas they’ll twerk on sean combs for a rock stone
and i got a stick not made of wood, you can’t knock on
i extend thе clip on all them n-ggas like a trombone
pull off on that nеrd, just like skrt’
tell her don’t run like a hall monitor
your great grandpa was a dictator
and his son’s son’s son is a d-ck taker
and i’m lookin’ h-lla clean in my david yurman
i cannot be your man
don’t make me attach the silencer, man
now the k gossipin’
it’s tellin you, “keisha cheated on her man”
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