letra de faces - ynb nynizzle
[intro]
you p-ssy n—-s can’t f-ck with us
yeah
these p-ssy n—-s be actin’ tough
two motherf-ckers
[verse 1]
th-th-these p-ssy n—-s can’t f-ck with us
y’all n—-s snortin’ in all the angel dust
news could be talkin’, that baby tough
you might get popped from the angles up
young n—a, really got bodies
you n—-s really be fakin’ broads
in that hoe, kick it, she actin’ out
f-ck it now, [?]
you n—-s claim you og
on my life, on my soul
you n—-s really weak
claim that you whoopin’ me
you n—-s p-ssy
won’t leave the beef in the streets
alex, you broke and you a p-ssy
boy, where is your f-ckin’ t–th
r-r-really [?]
flexin’ on facebook, all for the chemistry
my n—-s bussin’, my n—-s bussin’
y-y-y’all really don’t want the beef
hit the show with the security
y’all n—-s really be feared o’ me
wearin’ jordans to the f-ckin’ prom
christ, heave, really didn’t make no bucks
y’all n—-s really be actin’ tough
nynizzle really be havin’ fun
[interlude]
you p-ssy n—-s can’t f-ck with us
these p-ssy n—-s be act tough
hoe -ss n—a
you know what it is, n—a
you n—-s know where i’m at, n—a
talkin’ that hot sh-t, f-ck n—-s
you n—-s ain’t with that sh-t
i’m with that sh-t, hoe -ss n—-s
i’m in these streets, b-tch -ss n—-s
you actin’ tough, n—a
pull up, ’til i’m rich, n—a
6 racks, n—a
ynb stretchgang, n—a, free rundo, n—a
[verse 2]
how many times i’ma tell you that
how many times i’ma tell you that
pop that lil homie, his partner flat
can’t even bring y’all lil homies back
n—a, i’m thumbin’, my pockets fat
is it ’cause diddy, i get the cash
used to be dgtm, woo
used to be dgtm, woo
y-y-young n—a, used to watch cars
wasn’t scared o’ these broads
these p-ssy n—-s can’t hang with us
these n—-s really afraid of us
n—a, i’m nynizzle, number one
n—a, we totin’ the biggest guns
all o’ my jzas, they dangerous
you n—-s really a fan of us
that liil blood eatin’ my ham or somethin’
y’all must thought she was an angel, huh
what about cammie ray f-ckin’ her
all o’ y’all n—-s must be lovin’ her
my n—-s really be duckin’ ’em
crip boy, you really ain’t bustin’ ’em
crip boy, you really ain’t clutchin’ ’em
[outro]
you p-ssy n—-s can’t f-ck with us
hoe -ss n—a
talkin’ ’bout you gon kidnap mine, hoe -ss n—a
i f-ck n—a, i sn-tch automatic
that lil baby probably ain’t even worth a dollar, lil homie
i’m in the streets
i’ma come get you, whoever, whenever, wherever, b-tch -ss n—a
f-ck bfg, n—a know where i’m at, n—a
hoe -ss n—a
really, come pull up on me right now
y’all n—-s be hidin’ behind the camera with your hoe -ss, n—a
i see why you n—s ain’t no burglar no more, p-ssy -ss n—a
i’m in the streets, n—a, six racks
gang
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