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letra de bully - the deadly youngan

[chorus]
n-ggas i’m forced to be around don’t like me like i’m knowing them
that n-gga tryna be a bully imma put a four in him
opps say we don’t got choppas news4jax say we be toting them
fans say i’m p-ssy on the net but am i really showing them
this ain’t gta this bully we gone stay exposing them
f-ck where you at we get you wet you know that we be soaking them
we ain’t worried bout no hoes right now they come we throwing them
new k!llers for hire everyday lil b-tch know we stay enrolling thеm
this glock stay falling out my pants cause i be sagging it ain’t tucked
hе thought he was f-cking on that b-tch and that b-tch had got him f-cked
that n-gga j3 ass got shot no lil durk he should’ve ducked
we gone do that n-gga like a d-mn gymnastics lift him up
this ain’t gta this bully we gone stay exposing them
f-ck where you at we get you wet you know that we be soaking them
we ain’t worried bout no hoes right now they come we throwing them
new k!llers for hire everyday lil b-tch know we stay enrolling them
[verse 1]
wether you f-cking with the opps is gone determine if you die
please stop talking bout my brother hate for you to see the sky
i’m a human i got emotions make you bleed out yo d-mn eye
i can tell this b-tch no snitch the way this b-tch is texting dry
boy you ain’t never drew down on me on god yo ass a lie
i ain’t claiming gangs i’m not cause i ain’t tryna f-cking die
how you n-ggas talk sh-t but when it’s real you n-ggas hide
stop hiding behind tj with yo f-gget ass you gone cry
i done seen a n-gga k!ll his own family bout a b-tch
how you gone make yo son do life these n-ggas really be a snitch
imma die bout my respect might shoot a n-gga in his sh-t
this world ain’t free lil b-tch you owe me pay me b-tch or you get split
when i spin you gone hear boom you need some milk just like a spoon
n-gga saying he gone k!ll me b-tch i own you you my goon
surround a n-gga like a room this charger fast this b-tch go vroom
n-gga play lil boy you doomed you in the sky just like a moon
we some gangster get to stepping if he survive b-tch it’s a blessing
we grab da glock no smith and wesson we gone teach that boy a lesson
i thank the lord all the racks that i stay getting is a blessing
i be lurking with my draco tryna send a b-tch to heaven

[chorus]
n-ggas i’m forced to be around don’t like me like i’m knowing them
that n-gga tryna be a bully imma put a four in him
opps say we don’t got choppas news4jax say we be toting them
fans say i’m p-ssy on the net but am i really showing them
this ain’t gta this bully we gone stay exposing them
f-ck where you at we get you wet you know that we be soaking them
we ain’t worried bout no hoes right now they come we throwing them
new k!llers for hire everyday lil b-tch know we stay enrolling them
this glock stay falling out my pants cause i be sagging it ain’t tucked
he thought he was f-cking on that b-tch and that b-tch had got him f-cked
that n-gga j3 ass got shot no lil durk he should’ve ducked
we gone do that n-gga like a d-mn gymnastics lift him up
this ain’t gta this bully we gone stay exposing them
f-ck where you at we get you wet you know that we be soaking them
we ain’t worried bout no hoes right now they come we throwing them
new k!llers for hire everyday lil b-tch know we stay enrolling them
[verse 2]
i know you hate to see it n-ggas dying d-mn near everyday
wildfires mamas crying everyday these n-ggas pray
my lil youngan is gone step on you don’t get up in his way
shoot a n-gga like a movie no we don’t miss with this k
spin again like spinabenz kick down the door know we in
walk down with the like 23 you dead i’m with my twins
you gone die tryna play with me i’m telling you the ice is thin
this choppa boom blow a p-ssy ass n-gga like the wind
that fat ass n-gga can’t eat no more shot off that p-ssy n-gga chin
who ain’t like that i ain’t like that p-ssy n-gga know i been
ask my homies they’ll tell i’ll really make you spin
that n-gga music trash so we put him in a bin
it’s a 30 on this glock we gone pop until it stop
he tryna f-ck up on a thot we gone knock him out his socks
we gone make his body lock write on a n-gga like a doc
we gone put him in a pot and let that p-ssy n-gga rot

- the deadly youngan

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