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letra de don't talk about it - uncle murda

[intro]
d-c-o. don’t come outside, volume one
g-m-g-a-t-m it’s the unit
reefa on the beat, whoa

[verse]
all that cocaine residue i left up in the pot got my shawty flippin’
she was tryin’ to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried chicken (sorry)
i ain’t get to do the dishes after i cooked up, i was in a rush
i told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order pizza hut (doorbell hold me down)
still gamblin’ with my freedom, i ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
my little brother be around bloods, i’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet (soowoop)
cops k!llin’ n-gg-s, n-gg-s k!llin’ n-gg-s, but we ain’t gettin’ judged equal (da)
they the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the people (yeah right)
ogs tell me drop out like, “what the f-ck a teacher gon’ teach you?” (they right)
seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle (d-mn)
commissary for my n-gg-s in the feds while a jewish lawyer fight the case
k!lled a n-gg-, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
caught a body and i rapped ‘bout it, i ain’t say his name but i rapped ‘bout it (1,2 1,2)
to me it’s funny, but my mans that i caught the body with don’t be laughing ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on n-gg-s with no destination (whoa)
i don’t trust b-tches that be like, “what you doing daddy? text me your location.” (huh?)
stash box in the cadillac, i can fit about five dracos in it
a body dropped in my hood and police tried to get n-gg-s to say i did it (i ain’t do that one)
back then when i fought a case i used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
he don’t care what they found in the crib, motherf-ckas ain’t have no warrants (no)
beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin’ (ooouuu)
had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the jewish johnnie cochran
get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon’ keep gettin’ checks (ooouuu)
hold up, n-gg-, wait a minute, i ain’t finished yet like nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
meek mill voice on the intro, listen little n-gg-s, i’m on fire
hands down, homie, i did records with 50, jay z and mariah (i’m just sayin’)
i’m the underrated, underdog, but i promise you, my time comin’
50 gave me a bag of money and i ain’t even have to sign nothin’ (whoa)
everybody have money to they ear, awww man, jay throwin’ shade (let’s go hov)
n-gg-s dying for a hood they mother payin’ rent and tryna’ get the rent paid
daddy left when the baby came (d-mn), left mommy all alone to struggle
my credit good and i’m throwing money in the club, i ain’t knockin’ b-tches hustle
on the low, that’s what jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
tell him [?] to my crime partner that’s what jay shouted out (whoa)
even rolling stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin’ ‘bout
little n-gg-s ain’t b-mbin’ jay, 4:44 went over they head
n-gg-s rather lil’ uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead (serious?!)
they don’t know what real rap ‘bout, i’m off this, power back out
jamie st. patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
watchin’ it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz i ain’t smoke yet
call 50 like, “yo, why you ain’t let kanan k!ll ghost yet?” (yo, fif)
n-gg-s don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
n-gg-s shooting in the air, you tryin’ to hit me, or you tryin’ to shoot jesus up (hallelujah)
real n-gg-s out here stravin’, while the weirdos gettin’ fat (ooouuu)
got to question a n-gg-s character when you see him hangin’ ‘round a rat (ooouuu)
n-gg-s be like i know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
if everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted

[outro]
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
f-ck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
f-ck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
what’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)

- uncle murda

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