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letra de that's on me - yella beezy

[intro]
that’s on me, baby
shun on da beat

[chorus]
yeah, you can snooze if you wanna, but not on me, baby
and nah, i ain’t takin’ no losses, yeah i got heat, baby
no, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout dozin’, no, i don’t sleep, baby
you n-ggas ain’t g-ssin’ me, n-gga, yeah i’m on e, baby
got all designer on me, that’s on me, baby, yeah
that’s on me, baby, yeah, that’s on me, baby, yeah
these n-ggas be lyin’ on me, that’s on me, baby, yeah
that’s on me, baby, yeah, yeah that’s on me, baby, yeah
all these diamonds on me, that’s on me, baby, yeah
that’s on me, baby, yeah, that’s on me, baby, yeah
keep that iron up on me, yeah that’s on me, baby, yeah
that’s on me, baby, yeah, that’s on me, baby, yeah

[verse 1]
and no, it ain’t g-ssin’ me, n-gga, hey, i’m on e, baby
i’m on lean, baby, pure codeine, baby
yeah, yeah, yeah, i tote heat, baby
double g’s, baby, hold my jeans, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
be my piece, baby
if you want beef, baby, then you can leave, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t sleep, baby
i’m so street, baby, so low-key, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
and nah, don’t gas up me, n-gga
i told these lil’ n-ggas i’m finna boss up
these people would laugh at me, n-gga
they say, “lil yella, you too flossed up
these n-ggas is after you, n-gga”
but i ain’t makin’ out for no n-gga
flip your -ss backwards, lil’ n-gga

[verse 2]
real stiff on these n-ggas, i gotta be
no twitter, but these n-ggas follow me
keep that fire on me, they talkin’ ’bout robbin’ me
keep it one hunnid, b-tch, you ain’t gotta lie to me
same n-gga ride with me, i thug wit’ in poverty
i don’t talk my business, keep my sh-t privately
can’t go behind bars, got a family that rely on me
and a n-gga too ‘noid, so that pistol right on side of me
say i act out violently, n-gga move silently
never been a p-ssy, so that sh-t ain’t inside of me
n-gga want war, well go start a rivalry
young n-gga doin’ numbers, you would think i hit the lottery
baby girl swallow me, deep throat, gargle me
rumor round the city, that some p-ssy n-gga shot at me
but i was outta town, yeah seem like a lie to me
and the money that you countin’ up, sh-t ain’t a lot to me
f-ck is you mean boy? gangsta in my jeans boy
walkin’ in shoes that you ain’t ever seen, boy
i don’t like talkin’ so the choppa got a beam, boy
when the b-tch get to sparkin’, it’ll hit a n-gga’s spleen, boy
too much powerslidin’ make a n-gga lean, boy
next year is a drug, yeah i heard he a green boy
mixin’ this red with a little bit of green, boy
play with me if ya wanna, it’ll be a crime scene boy

- yella beezy

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