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letra de no reason - yunggtez

[intro]
haha
it’s that gang sh-t that squad sh-t you heard me
gang gang
let’s get it
yeah, yeah, big tee
i hang with felons that don’t do no tellin’

[pre-hook: big tee]
i hang with felons that don’t do no tellin’
watch out cuz they shoot for no reason
you hang with n-gg-s and all y’all be bluffin’ and be
purpin’ like sh-t for no reason
i told him get down or lay down (get down)
p-ssy -ss n-gg- he stay down (stay down)
you know my n-gg-s don’t play ’round, pull
up on yo block and empty the k out (k out)

[hook: big tee]
i got some n-gg-s that’s with the sh-ts
come on yo block and then flip yo whip
and if she bad then she f-ck yo b-tch
real n-gg-s they ain’t never switch (never)
i told him get down or lay down (get down)
p-ssy -ss n-gg- he stay down (stay down)
you know my n-gg-s don’t play ’round, pull
up on yo block and empty the k out (empty that sh-t)

[verse 1: yunggtez]
n-gg-s talking all this tough sh-t like they want some work
flexing on the gram done got his little feelings hurt (he mad)
these hoes on my line they just wanna f-cking flirt (they do)
i’ma throw these bands on her while she make it twerk (lets get it)
n-gg-s sleeping on me but i’m in they b-tch dreams (her dreams)
had to scope the ruger with a f-cking laser beam (boom boom boom boom)
she say she want me but she know she gotta f-ck my team
i match my guns with my fit i’m rocking zara jeans
i’ma tell em if they ask me i want rico nasty
i f-ck with shawty cuz she hood with a little cl-ssy
i can’t f-ck with a thot man these b-tches trashy
this watts on my wrist like godd-mn he too f-cking flashy (goda-goda-godd-mn)
where i’m from my n-gg-, yea it’s a war town
30’s all on our hips we love them gun sounds (boom boom boom boom)
he said he trapping out the bando, browski take his pound
pulled up to the scene and left him with a frown

[verse 2: rico nasty]
they gon’ hate me regardless, that’s why i do what i do (what i do)
see me in person i’m flawless (i’m flawless girl), i might just sn-tch up your dude (hahahaha)
sugar all over the trap
b-tch i made it on the map
n-gg-s hating, that sh-t sad (aww)
in the race and b-tch you last, foreign cars speeding fast
he got his hand on my lap, my baby love to get cash
in the club throwing bands
bad b-tches shaking they -ss
in the corner why you mad, vip f-cking it up
even brought my double cup
you know rico never give a f-ck, turn yo wife to a sl-t
do me wrong and get cut
and my pockets [?]
get this money, it’s a must
i won’t fall for no punk, big guns like we hunt
p-ssy n-gg- like a c-nt, scary b-tches onna run
swear this b-tches be some punks (they some punks)
yea, i swear this b-tches be some punks, scary b-tches onna run
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: big tee]
i swear these b-tches be some punks
scary b-tches like to jump
run up on me if you want, i’m never lacking i stay with the pump
i hang with felons, all of em insane
my b-tches crazy, they gone in the brain
you got some b-tches but all of them lame
if that n-gg- shooting he better have aim
my n-gg-s stay with them 6, talk sh-t you get hit
don’t give a f-ck bout a b-tch
b-tch i stay on my sh-t, i will never switch (never)
told his -ss get down or lay down (lay down)
p-ssy -ss n-gg- he stay down (stay down)
y’all know big teesha don’t play ’round
f-cking with me, imma lay you down, so play around

- yunggtez

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