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letra de not like us (remix) - yus gz

[intro]
too much dead people (ybh)

[verse 1]
ridin’ through the opps, i see who we smoke
heat check, he don’t got his gun, i think his heat broke (n-gga broke)
heat stroke, she don’t got no tongue, but she could deep throat
b-tch when i’m around, but you be walkin’ ’round like deebo (deebo, b-tch)
like, what’s up with all these new n-ggas steady watchin’ my pockets? (why they watchin’?)
just beat his ass and got him cryin’ out for his mama
he keep braggin’ ’bout that lil’ stupid b-tch, now she finna pop it (h-ll nah)
she was outside eatin’ d-ck like she goin’ shopping
beat on his head, spit on his grave, i know god watchin’ (come here, gone)
sometimes you gotta run down and show n-ggas (run down)
nazzy in heaven, blew off his face and his shoulders (where he goin’?)
walk him down, i knew he was a b-tch, it left a hole in him (left a hole)
blowin’ him, six feet deep, bury his bro and him (godd-mn)

spot an opp up on the block, we roll the window down (window down)
i have my own sh-t, b-tch, this ain’t no rental now (this ain’t no rental)
he ain’t slidin’ or providin’, why is he around? (rrah)
thought you was a gunna (grrah), boy, now you ain’t no gunna now
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, edot f-ckin’ up

he keep runnin’ like a b-tch, ain’t you tired? (tired)
[?], you a rat and you probably wearin’ wires (haha)
[bridge]
ha

[verse 2]
ff-ff-ff, okay, bet they won’t run (don’t run)
leave one, two, three, four, five n-ggas done (rrah, rraow)
“baow, baow, baow,” that’s the sound of my gun (baow, baow)
“baow, baow, baow,” that’s the sound of my gun (baow, baow)
b-tch, b-tch, i ain’t one of them ones (one of them ones)
i’m a certified gunna and i’m screamin’, “free doug” (like, free doug)
i will never “yes, ma’am” to the judge (h-ll nah)
if we locked in, it ain’t no one-on-ones

- yus gz

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