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letra de days inna north - tate kobang

[intro]
we gon do this one for the north, yeah
uh, look

[verse]
let me tell y’all ’bout a savage that coming straight from the north
back in second grade, when i jumped off of the porch
mama use to say “don’t back them hoes in the house”
you disrespectful and i’ll stick this gun in your mouth
keep a flag on me, hangin’ out with the crips
half of all these b-tches probably suckin’ my d-ck
let me clear the air so all you hoes understand
i can f-ck you but i cannot be your man
once upon a time when i was sellin’ them drugs
kept a .4, i had loaded with slugs
trappin’ at the vp, it was just me and cuz
robbin’ n-ggas, b-tch i’m [?], that’s what i does
n-ggas actin’ out here like they can’t be touched
and b-tches actin’ out here like they can’t be f-cked
born a big k!ller, i see all in my eyes
i’ma probably go to trenches, this sh-t kept me alive

[verse 2]
really, in the field, we get the [?]
all i ever wanted was some mase, am i jealous
[?] f-ckin’ mouth, thinkin’ she makin’ me jealous
she the type to f-ck the whole hood if you let her
n-ggas sneak dissin’, i don’t ever respond
you only want attention b-tch, i see what you want
i make her l!ck the pickle ’til the s-m-n is gone
then make take the uber, i ain’t takin’ you home

[chorus]
it was just another day in the motherf-ckin’ hood
clutchin’ on his pistol, wish you motherf-ckin’ would
stuffin’ three grams in this motherf-ckin’ wood
out here in the trenches, pushin’ motherf-ckin’ drugs
it was just another day in the motherf-ckin’ hood
clutchin’ on his pistol, wish you motherf-ckin’ would
stuffin’ three grams in this motherf-ckin’ wood
out here in the trenches, pushin’ motherf-ckin’ drugs

- tate kobang

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