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letra de northside - tmcthedon

[intro]
yea
said i come up on that northside with real hittas (with real hittas)
ay (yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
oh yea, yea, yea (on that northside with real hittas)
(on northside with real hittas, yea)

[verse 1]
said we gon pull up on that back block
heard that they was out here talking down on me
so we gotta go and press down on them n-ggas, yea yea
and my baby said that she was giving up on me
so i gotta smoke a whole pound for the healing, yea yea
touching on your body, say it turn you on
when i play that yeah x6 you say that that’s your favorite song
i be in the streets so every night she pray i make it home
demons tryna to take over my body, i can’t stay for long
clock tick
money on my mind, the only topic
foxing
we be in the streets b-tch i got options
drop sh-t
they keep asking when i’m gonna drop sh-t
mop stick
switch to all black just like a light switch
night stick
i be out at night just like a night shift
backseat
that’s the only time that she gon ride this d-ck
top sh-t
she gon bring a friend just like she dyking
act up
we gon show you why them hoes be writing
[bridge]
free my n-ggas out that’s selling, to my n-ggas make it home
b-tch i got no manners for no sl-ts, tell uber take you home
i got all this pain inside my body, i can’t take no more
i come from the city where you might not even make it home
she said don’t you worry bout them n-ggas, it’s just me and you
baby, i’m not worried bout them n-ggas, i got k!llers too
strut down like the army, got me screaming, “free my n-gga too”
i been on my lonely thinking bout the sh-t that i been through

[chorus]
yea, coming up all on that northside with real hittas
and i don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas, don’t feel n-ggas, yea
haters watching me from courtside, the meal winners
i cannot f-ck with my old b-tch, she still bitter, yea
coming up all on that northside with real hittas
and i don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas, don’t feel n-ggas, yea
haters watching me from courtside, the meal winners
i cannot f-ck with my old b-tch, she still bitter, yea

[outro]
ay
oh yea, yea, yea
she still bitter, yea
ay
yea, coming up all on that northside with real hittas, yea
oh i
oh i
said we gon slide
(coming up all on that northside with real hittas)
(and i don’t f-ck with my old b-tch, she still bitter, yea)
(coming up all on that northside with real hittas)
(and i don’t f-ck with my old b-tch, she still bitter)
(yea, yea, yea)

- tmcthedon

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