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letra de nigga wym - ufobinky

[ufobinky]
i say fafafafa hit em in his head
ion be writing wit no pencil
kuz my glock hold all tha led
told that b-tch dont f-ckin pull off
we gone make sho dat he dead
no my n-ggas never run
dees n-ggas p-ssy we ain’t scared
had me sitting up in court
but i ain’t say sh-t to feds
yall kno binky can’t go to sleep
unless he taking booko meds
i can’t leave without my flag
a young n-gga been stepping red
she retarted on dat d-ck i started thinking dat sped
i say ugh ugh achoo im took sick
they think im mrr the way a young n-gga been ruthless
we hoping out dont leave no evidence we leave em klueless
if we pullup we taking everything gone leave em shoeless
[ufobinky]
(x2) i say ugh ugh ugh ugh n-gga wat u mean
i got shooters i got robbers real steppas on my team
we got chops we glocks all them b-tches come wit beams
had to put another thug to sleep be gangsta in yo dreams

[detn-ggajay]
b-tch wakeup n-gga catch you slipping off that wok
got sum bruddas bound to crash they do the dash like f-ck the cops
i can’t lack i keep my gat you run up tripping you get popped
what’s the word we come thru swerving wit them sticks they think they mops
i say ugh ugh ugh ugh n-gga wym
tell yo b-tch get off my bridges my extensions come wit beams
my aunt lena into crippin i like making n-ggas bleed
turn a opp into a pack and now we rolling him
in leaves
im like shawty what you on she call my phone its h-lla late
can’t be thinking with my d-ck i won’t do chilling i got plays
no the opps won’t leave a mark but i got sparks you get erased
counting cash while riding fast i know them n-ggas want my place
i say uh uh uh uh tell them boys to catchup
f-ck yo hittas spin thru hea you betta come with backup
my li hittas got that uh that make you n-ggas backup
i like chilling counting gwuap im into stacking racks up

[ufobinky]
i say ugh ugh ugh ugh n-gga wat u mean
i got shooters i got robbers real steppas on my team
we got chops we glocks all them b-tches come wit beams
had to put another thug to sleep be gangsta in yo dreams n-gga
ay na this b-tch hard son, you know what the f-ck goin on we all inna room wit it

- ufobinky

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