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letra de private property - zaybang

[intro]
want smoke? well, b-tch, we want some more
every time they see me, mm-mm-mm
mm-mm-mm-mm, let them rockers go
(slap)

[verse]
these n-ggas f-ckin’ up they name, i’m not okay with that
he gon’ be mad when i put d-ck all in lil’ baby back
top shelf, you n-ggas smokin’ cookie in lil’ baby sacks
had to take the smith apart and clean it, tryna shake it back
you tryna give me five, you know what’s up and i ain’t shakin’ that
i done did some sh-t i don’t regret and i ain’t takin’ back
n-ggas actin’ like they want me dead, i gotta stay with strap
b-tches get it too when i found out where n-ggas layin’ at
p-ssy n-ggas dissin’ in them posts, i’m tryna up the score
heard them n-ggas said they blowin’ smoke, well, b-tch, we want some more
met a crip that liked the way i rocked, he tried to put me in
with due respect, i bang 1100 for my n-ggas gone
p-ssy ho, make you stuff this glock up in your p-ssy hole
what’s poppin’, woad? n-ggas touch my blood, we lettin’ choppas go
i’m a g.o.a.t., f-ck who actin’ scared ’cause, n-gga, i’m a g.o.a.t.
my mama know, i copped another chop, this b-tch geronimo
it’s time to go, dish them shooters home, we down to slide for sure
drivin’ through my ‘jects with cameras out, them n-ggas slide for show
p-ssy n-gga said they pumpin’ steam, well, b-tch, we want some more
i ain’t tryna paint a n-gga shirt, i’m tryna touch his throat
b-tch n-gga, watch the way you talk if you ain’t really cut
big dog, i’m a big down, you n-ggas really pups
if we spare your life to get your brother, you might give him up
f-ck that, you could drop me off, ain’t gotta pick me up
and leave me walkin’ through that b-tch like i was born and raised
you stick your nose up in this sh-t and catch an early grave
h-ll nah, we don’t wait for night, you could get popped today
f-ck that, find me seven bags and send ’em out today
them n-ggas hurt i got a check, they say they robbin’ me
armed and dangerous like i own a private property
woofin’ ’til it’s time to go to war, you n-ggas casualties
raised in the bricks, f-ck your gang, free the faculty
b-tch n-gga, you ain’t never lived what you rappin’ bout
i lost my dog and set us up and took the savage route
n-ggas dyin’ young around this b-tch, i got my ratchet out
couple n-ggas playin’ both sides, tryna hatch it out
but i can’t change up on my n-ggas, it’s forever that
i give a f-ck who say they real, these n-ggas f-ck with rats
i got some people out the way to catch these cookie packs
that’s fifty thousand in all dubs what you lookin’ at
cutthroat, we the n-ggas sleeze at your front door
uh-oh, i heard that n-gga workin’ with the po-po
spin time, i be with that cinco like i’m ocho
oh, no, i can’t leave my strap, that’s a no-no
hold on, n-gga talkin’ hands, he gettin’ stole on
first down, i’m throwin’ bullets, p-ssy n-gga, go long
n-ggas never talk about the sh-t that they done prolonged
back when we was yellin’, “gold hearts,” you used to go home
b-tch
[outro]
p-ssy ho, make you stuff this glock up in your p-ssy hole
what’s poppin’, woad? n-ggas touch my blood, we lettin’ choppas go
i’m a g.o.a.t., f-ck who actin’ scared ’cause, n-gga, i’m a g.o.a.t.
my mama know i copped another chop, this b-tch geronimo

- zaybang

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