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letra de nothing to say - yagi b

[intro]
elvis
rrah, rrah, rrah, it’s yagi b
is that chris?
lil b-tch, rrah
free gang, n-gga, long live naz’
long live jayrip, long live c-hii
flockin’ for marky, n-ggas know what’s goin’ on
ballin’ like jb, b-tch
rrah, rrah, rrah, lil b-tch, like what
[refrain]
they wanna k!ll me, 33 make it filthy
these n-ggas know how i play, e-everythingk
every opp shot, lost bro, it ain’t nothing to say
if i come, i ain’t coming to play
get up close, ain’t no running away
get to geeking on n-ggas for free
on the six, and it’s six chops, six n-ggas with me and they ready to tweak
n-ggas know it get lit after dark
n-ggas gettin’ shot and they top gettin’ dropped in the spot
cause they tryna spin through parked
i can’t f-ck with that n-gga, he a b-tch and he don’t got no heart
you wasn’t here from the start, walk down gang, i ain’t shootin’ from far
doa, we them n-ggas that flock up the car, but thеy label us stars

[verse]
and this g on my body, the d’s on my body
ebk, i don’t f-ck with n0body, yagi b nevеr needed a soul
don’t come around if you gon’ fold, we too different
and the way that we move, they’ll never catch us slipping
and i’m done with the talking, he not with the p
so i flock at his legs, now he done with the walking
if he throw up the g, send him to rah
if he throw up the 4, send him to stylez
said he oy, send him to—, i’m not even gon’ say it, y’all know who just died
everyday, i’m outside taking risks
still shots on my hip, don’t know what to pick
got the ruger? nah a stick, tried to k!ll me, he died quick
and i do what i want, can’t n0body stop sh-t
he said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot sh-t
(he said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot sh-t
he said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot sh-t)
[refrain]
they wanna k!ll me, 33 make it filthy
these n-ggas know how i play, e-everythingk
every opp shot, lost bro, it ain’t nothing to say
if i come, i ain’t coming to play
get up close, ain’t no running away
get to geeking on n-ggas for free
on the six, and it’s six chops, six n-ggas with me and they ready to tweak
n-ggas know it get lit after dark
n-ggas gettin’ shot and they top gettin’ dropped in the spot
cause they tryna spin through parked
i can’t f-ck with that n-gga, he a b-tch and he don’t got no heart
you wasn’t here from the start, walk down gang, i ain’t shootin’ from far
doa, we them n-ggas that flock up the car, but they label us stars

[outro]
(and this g on my body, the d’s on my body
ebk, i don’t f-ck with n0body, yagi b never needed a soul
don’t come around if you gon’ fold, we too different
and the way that we move, they’ll never catch us slipping
and i’m done with the talking, he not with the p
so i flock at his legs, now he done with the walking
if he throw up the g, send him to rah
if he throw up the 4, send him to stylez)
(said he oy, send him to—)

- yagi b

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