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letra de faze me - wee2hard

[intro]
uh (blaow)
i already know y’all p-ssy-ass n-ggas ain’t got it (real time, lil’ n-gga, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga)
blaow, get down, f-ck n-gga (get down, lay down, n-gga)
blaow (on murder gang sh-t, f-ck n-gga)
uh, you f-ckin’ with the kid, better off come join a n-gga (you got that stick on the clan, set off)
ol’ p-ssy-ass n-gga (watch that f-ck boy in the cut right there)
rookie-ass n-gga
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (blaow, blaow)
yeah (ayy, i just got juice on the beat), f-ck goin’ on, n-gga (get on the ground)

[verse 1]
they ain’t f-ckin’ with the kid, they better off come joinin’ me
fully sticks rip through his mama house, tryna whack him in his sleep
got the drop, this plan is cool, f-ck spinnin’ the house, i want my man
gave my mans a duck, they into that, they wanna be f-cked, they gettin’ slappеd
police wonderin’ who he beefin’ with, thе army or the opps
bought her everything in chanel, she get whatever, she get that drop
matchin’ cuban links, me and brodie turnt, we buss down fifty, fifty
they ain’t pressure me this way, they rather cl!ck it with the opps
say, who the f-ck these n-ggas think they is? they bleed just how we bleed
i just ordered up eight fully sticks, it’s war time, lil’ n-gga
when that car pull up, i’m hoppin’ in, it’s show time, lil’ n-gga
when it’s drill time on frontline, forever pull the trigger

[chorus]
richest n-gga in my district, richest n-gga on my block
richest n-gga out my area, k!llin’ the gang like 2pac
richer than the old me, richer than these f-ckin’ thots
and that last n-gga i’m richer than the opps, p-ssies
how the f-ck y’all call that spinnin’, you drop the window, let off two shots
teachers kicked me out the class, f-ck her, i’m richer than that thot
know my time comin’ soon, i’m sittin’, satrin’ at the clock
been seein’ everybody change, the sh-t they doin’ don’t even phase me
[verse 2]
you ready to load up in that box and knock n-ggas down like dominoes?
you ready to sacrifice the streets and put your all into this music?
you tryna put a million up, tryna put a n-gga up
temper small, say the wrong thing, i’m quick to take a life
i don’t understand, your n-ggas in the casket, you ain’t slid, i could never
freaky b-tch want me to nut in her, i told her, “i can never”
only settle for a check, for a b-tch, i could never
n-ggas thought that f-ckin’ diss meets y’all sh-t all year
i’m tryna put a million up for them times i showered with no lights
my plug like a cemetery, opps pull up, get buried down
chopper fold him like a lawn chair, don’t creep up in this yard
i can unload five hundred cash, all doves, n-gga

- wee2hard

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