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letra de glizzies - ydd maven

[chorus]
the cops pulled me over said, “where you gonna run?”(you gonna)
pull out that pistol, call it a motherf-cking gun(gun)
all them n-ggas did was f-ckin’ crack a pun(crack a pun)
2 or 3 bullets, the n-gga gon’ be f-ckin’ done(done, done)

[verse]
you be done, n-gga(done)
you be done with my brain(yeah, yeah)
when i run n-gga(graahh)get the f-ck out the way(rahhh)
when i drop, n-gga, do not f-ck in the way(do not)
i be up, n-gga(up)
i be up, n-gga(yeah, yeah)
i be up here tryna lace it
up here tryna sp-ce it(tryna sp-ce)
maybe you’re my n-gga
you ain’t f-ckin’ out my sp-ceship(out my sp-ceship)
baby on my line, uh
n-ggas gonna die(gonna die)
n-ggas, they be rappin’ sh-t
i hoping i ain’t lie(i ain’t lie)
hoping i ain’t lie(nah)
hoping i ain’t lie(nah)
i ain’t love with my b-tch, yeah, i’ma die(i’ma die)
i’ma drug on my lane when i’ma cry(i’ma cry)
i’ma f-ck all these ways when she might lie(she might line)
yeah, she my life(yeah)
yeah, she my wife(she my wife)
i’ma wife that b-tch, yeah
i’ma make that b-tch mine(make that b-tch mine)
i’ma drug that b-tch, i’ma make that b-tch mine(make the b-tch mine)
i’ma f-ck the b-tch, yeah
i make that b-tch mine, yeah(make that b-tch mine)
yeah
make that b-tch mine, yeah(yeah)
make that b-tch mine(make that b-tch mine)
yeah, uh
make that b-tch mine(make that b-tch mine)
uh, uh
make that b-tch mine(make that b-tch mine)
f-ck it
make that b-tch blind, f-ck it
tryna lace it(lace it)
b-tch wanna f-ck my n-gga, f-ck it
i ain’t lacing(i ain’t lacing)
take me from my line
yeah my n-ggas, you gon’ die(you gon’ die)
f-ck it, all my n-ggas
call me “maven”, i’ma write(i’ma write)
i’ma write this sh-t, i hope on n-ggas
i hope on
n-ggas tryna fight me(n-ggas, n-ggas)
i hope my b-tches and my n-ggas
they ain’t write me(they ain’t write me)
all my n-ggas, the f-ck, whenever i slide, whenever they fighting(fighting)
all my n-ggas, f-ckin’ the b-tch, now the b-tch f-ckin’ caughted me(caught me)
[chorus]
the cops pulled me over said, “where you gonna run?”(you gonna)
pull out that pistol, call it a motherf-cking gun(gun)
all them n-ggas did was f-ckin’ crack a pun(crack a pun)
2 or 3 bullets, the n-gga gon’ be f-ckin’ done(done, done)

- ydd maven

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