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letra de documentary - t-streets

[verse 1: t-streetz]
what you heard, n-gg-
nah, you jeez not a word
no, a couple real n-gg-s got murked
got a couple real n-gg-s wit’ me put in work
pray for better; people prayin’ for the work
money one comin’ how we thinkin’; always curc
i was on the block; i’ma leavin’ of the churck
fofo, 4, n-gg- get birk
the mother’s dead, driller, you gon’ get smoked in a minute
gotta make sure your money wedding
how to take the l and get replannis
and yo’ b-tch mouth like a dillis
all cash phyllis, a middle fill and count innes
i’m comin’ for; all god in my in witness
30 got a body runnin’ from a life sentence
problem’s i don’t let n-body into my business, nah
know these n-gg-s out here trackin’
now these n-gg-s track quicker then a weapon
big gun, sh-t can’t even fit in my dimmes
2,2, 3, on me, kevin
i don’t know why n-gg-s livin’
but as long as disaster gon’ k!ll ’em
all ’em motherf-ckin’ walk up to shootouts
all of meltsfans bring them blocks out
rubber bando on my n-gg-s gon’ shop
get onto my number, my ball mansion, robin
b-tch i’ma make it for jj and josh
that money gon’ come back around like a clock
i’m tryna make it from bottom to top
i’m bustin’ on pills got me thinkin’ a lot
she sellin’ parnel; i’ma die for that block (parnel)
i’ma die for my block, hey, yeah
i’ma die for it
got my life and my head with the 6 oil
she get bad; i’ma need a lawyer
never had a job; f-ck yo’ employee (pow, pow)
feels like a hand no crown royale
get that back right, baby, i’ma spoy ya
only f-ck a real n-gg-, i don’t know ya
all that fake sh-t, b-tch, i don’t know ya
got my brother with me
and you notice everyday (santana)
every’round where: they safe
only thing: we duckin’ in the case
i’ve been in and out of that place
but i stay strong, b-tch, i ain’t never break
swear to god n-gg- look good; turn to hate
i was shakin’ heads with a snake
n-gg-s’ perfect trade

- t streets

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