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letra de aint finna argue - zotiyac

[intro]
huh, ayy, ayy (huh)

[chorus]
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n-ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n-gga, huh
walk down yo’ block like gorilla
banana clip go from hot to a cold n-gga (yeah)
.40 hit bone when it blow n-ggas
just like the o’s, he go through ’em and smoke n-ggas (huh)

[verse 1]
p-ssy get hit for the low, n-gga
sh-t be so sad, went from a rich to a broke n-gga (rich to a—, ayy)
while i go from broke to a rich n-gga
call me big 7, i need more than six figures (six, seven)
walk with that sh-t on my hip, n-gga
stay with a mask and them shots like a sick n-gga
every 2k, i’ll hit n-ggas
shot in the eye, now that boy look like rich chigga
huh, all in yo’ crib like a care giver
hair in our face, yeah, the b-tch got a hand trigger
feel like mac dre, not from cali’, big ban, n-gga
don’t try to copy lil’ yac, he a rarе n-gga (b-tch, i’m a rare n-gga)
fit two in one without payin’ n-ggas
don’t evеn know why they try to compare a n-gga (huh)
boy, f-ck all that talkin’, we shred n-ggas
he ain’t no crip, turn a blue to a red n-gga
turn two to a dead n-gga (hey)
ain’t finna go off the sh-t that you sayin’, n-gga
somethin’ like a sh-ll ’til you work for the fed, n-gga
i get in that mode and see red, n-gga
once i hit go, i can’t stop like a sped n-gga
brodie ain’t bled a whole yet, but he bled n-ggas
somethin’ like the sh-t in my pocket, he dead, n-gga
[bridge]
uh, uh (ayy, yeah, ayy)
like the sh-t in my pocket, he dead, ayy (yeah, ayy)

[verse 2]
havin’ that sh-t like a intestine
puttin’ that b-tch to yo’ head, it get embedded
don’t ask me again, ’cause i been said it
burnt hollow tip be the sh-t that he ingested (uh-huh)
i left my gun in the court, but i’ll beat a n-gga ass like def jam vendetta (d-mn)
that boy walk up on me, i don’t know him
don’t say sh-t funny, i don’t got a joke for ’em (mm)
put the lil’ n-gga in post-mortem
i seen the homies just put up a post for him
uh, p-ssy talk sh-t, but don’t show for him
boy, shut the f-ck up, quit typin’, go scope for him
ain’t tryna link, put a hit with a ho for him
b-tch finna come, then i’ll open the door for him, huh

[bridge]
mm-mm-mm-mm
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n-ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n-gga
huh, uh, huh, uh

[refrain]
all in yo’ crib like a care giver
hair in our face, yeah, the b-tch got a hand trigger
feel like mac dre, not from cali’, big ban, n-gga
don’t try to copy lil’ yac, he a rare n-gga (b-tch, i’m a rare n-gga)
fit two in one car without payin’ n-ggas
don’t even know why they try to compare a n-gga (huh)
boy, f-ck all that talkin’, we shred n-ggas
he ain’t no crip, turn a blue to a red n-gga
huh, huh, ayy, huh
[chorus]
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n-ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n-gga, huh
walk down yo’ block like gorilla
banana clip go from hot to a cold n-gga (yeah)
.40 hit bone when it blow n-ggas
just like the o’s, he go through ’em and smoke n-ggas (huh)

- zotiyac

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