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letra de don't come to la - yg

[hook: sadboy loko & yg]
don’t come to la, n-body f-cking with me
i go broke rob fools for their jewelry
stick yo hand up like you guilty
doing things that my momma said i shouldn’t be
so don’t come to la, n-body f-cking with me
i go broke rob fools for their jewelry
stick yo hand up like you guilty
doing things that my momma said i shouldn’t be
so don’t come to la

[verse 1: yg]
i don’t give a f-ck who you n-gg-s paying
who name you saying, you ain’t good around here
cause y’all n-gg-s f-cking up the rep
ya’ll playing with the set, it’s really war round here
sh-t i’m even having problems in the set
but i’m really from the set, y’all don’t come around here
so when ya’ll n-gg-s hop of the jet
you better tuck what’s on ya neck and get the f-ck from round here
cause ya’ll paying for the lifestyle that’s watered down
bompton! that where i’m from, sh-t is not allowed
y’all out of bounds, keep that out of town sh-t out of town
you wasn’t banging out of town, it’s too late to holla now
woah! i’mma get the ogs on board
and press the issues on you suckers oh lord!
whoa! or hit you with a price you can’t afford
then catch yo -ss slipping at the bet awards

[verse 2: ad]
don’t come to la cuz
outta town n-gg-s watchin’, wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
this sh-t for real, this ain’t for play cuz
lil’ homies bustin’ missions, ain’t a match, you ain’t a thang cuz
don’t give a f-ck who you gone, n-body scare me
pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed
and sh-t i’m coming from a rare breed
nowadays these n-gg-s snitching give you digits off a scared plea
hold on yg since you came out with bpt
these n-gg-s think it’s cool to come down to the cpt
remember back when rappers was scared to come into town
now its hollywood p-sses man that sh-t on water down, d-mn!
a lil’ change got you workin’ like a slave
pac prolly rollin’ in his grave, sh-t sad cuz
ain’t no more p-sses on the set
all you n-gg-s out here f-cking up the west, oh god!

[verse 3: bricc baby]
first off this a no fly zone
if you ain’t know with the chrome, better take yo -ss home
and get some first of the month, cash the checks, c’mon
yeah you better check in if you n-gg-s want room
look, one call on my phone
my tiny locs pull up with that thing on your dome
your money chain and rollie 60 seconds is gone
man i rather text a n-gg- f-ck a feature for songs
run up on ’em like n-gg- where the scene at
my n-gg-s on go like 60 green lights
just (-static-) got jacked trynna’ eat right
with my n-gg-s all drugs they don’t think right
it’s a recession man the hood f-cked up
if a n-gg- ain’t trippin’ got the heat in the club
you walk around like you can’t get touched
but jfk was a president and still got his head bust

-gunshots-

- yg

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