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letra de no mo - zell marley

he used to be my dawg, but he ain’t my dawg no mo
she used to be my shawty, but she ain’t my broad no mo
used to be proud of me, but now they don’t applaud no mo
i used to be so holy, i don’t pray to god no mo
they used to be the gang, but they ain’t squad no mo
my mama let me know to never, ever trust these hoes
i lost a lot of sh-t, but i guess that’s just how the game go
every time you give ’em some, they wanna take a little mo
you live and you learn, that most of them bridgеs is prolly gon’ burn
and most of these n-ggas prolly ain’t ya mans
and most of thesе hoes gon’ f-ck up all yo plans
i’m still on the road to becoming a man
getting sick and tired of misunderstandings
sh-t don’t ever go the way that you planned it
these n-ggas leaches, and they b-tches demanding
i put myself first before anyone else
i remember tripping tryna k!ll myself
hard for me to breathe, wouldn’t ask for help
tell the truth, that’s the only time i failed
if you ain’t talking bout another play, then i don’t wanna know
if i can’t smoke no reefer on the way, then i don’t wanna go

he used to be my dawg, but he ain’t my dawg no mo
she used to be my shawty, but she ain’t my broad no mo
used to be proud of me, but now they don’t applaud no mo
i used to be so holy, i don’t pray to god no mo
he used to be my dawg, but he ain’t my dawg no mo
she used to be my shawty, but she ain’t my broad no mo
used to be proud of me, but now they don’t applaud no mo
i used to be so holy, i don’t pray to god no mo
smoking swisher sweets in the grove
smoking swisher sweets in the grove
most these n-ggas acting like some hoes
young n-gga spitting like he got a cold
i smoke backwoods like sweets
these n-ggas dirt under my feet
my old hoes still be banging my line ’cause they can’t find another me
these n-ggas be cap, i just stay high that’s how i be dealing with them
we can let shots fly if that’s how you feeling, n-gga
do your ass like fish, b-tch, you gon’ fry
mama told me not to trust these n-ggas
acting like you gangsta, you know that you not
he got him a score to settle, i’m down for whatever
i like the f-ck sh-t even better
yeah, i can whoop your ass but i’d rather k!ll you
tool’ll help me break ’em down like bob the builder
i can tell by the way you move you not a k!ller
woadie wanna crash out, n-gga better get a helmet
paid in full, money making zelly
my name ain’t the baby, but i make a hoe bop
if a n-gga talking down, i can make a n-gga stop
if he wanna square dance, i’ma spin a n-gga block
punch a n-gga down, mike tyson
like kimbo i slice ’em
finna hit a l!ck like icing
cold blooded k!ller, i’ma ice ’em, yeah
he used to be my dawg, but he ain’t my dawg no mo
she used to be my shawty, but she ain’t my broad no mo
used to be proud of me, but now they don’t applaud no mo
i used to be so holy, i don’t pray to god no mo
he used to be my dawg, but he ain’t my dawg no mo
she used to be my shawty, but she ain’t my broad no mo
used to be proud of me, but now they don’t applaud no mo
i used to be so holy, i don’t pray to god no mo

- zell marley

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