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[intro]
n-gg- play with me, get his -ss busted
blowin’ cash and i’ve got cash i ain’t touched yet
i’m tryna f-ck every b-tch i ain’t f-ck yet
haven’t met a motherf-cker i can trust yet

[verse 1]
you out here stuntin, lyin’ and…
before you know it, they’ll be iding your body
layin’ dead in the morgue, we don’t play that sh-t
catch your car at the mall, we gon’ spray that sh-t
and them n-gg-s that’s with ya can’t do nothin’ but miss ya
ak47, boy, that sh-t shoots missiles
got my whole hood with me – king of the city
drink like a red n-gg-, smoke like a hippy
but a price on your head, maybe your brother will kill ya
for that money, it could be any one of your n-gg-s
and he throwin’ more bullets than the super bowl
n-gg-, if you don’t shoot to kill, what’re you shootin’ for?
you n-gg-s shakin’ – you n-gg-s scared
we takin’ head shots, you shoot the legs
b-tch–ss n-gg-, you ain’t ’bout that life
you may come from the streets, but you ain’t got no stripes
keep on payin’ these hoes – one gon’ set you up
lay you down, and not even life alert can help you up
n-gg-s killin’ every day, over a couple of bandz
so what you think they gon’ do for a hundred grand?

[hook]
n-gg- play with me, get his -ss busted
blowin’ cash and i’ve got cash i ain’t touched yet
i’m tryna f-ck every b-tch i ain’t f-ck yet
haven’t met a motherf-cker i can trust yet
n-gg- play with me, get his -ss busted
blowin’ cash and i’ve got cash i ain’t touched yet
i’m tryna f-ck every b-tch i ain’t f-ck yet
haven’t met a motherf-cker i can trust yet

[verse 2]
you b-tches out here lyin’ like you movin’ juices
a n-gg- fronted your -ss a bomb, now you’ve got excuses
now you tryna hide, dodgin’ our phone calls
a n-gg-‘ll catch up with your -ss, knock your dome off
put a hole in your head, what’d you expect?
playin’ with a n-gg- money, that’s disrespect
f-ck around and get your baby mama tied up
a n-gg-‘ll pull up on you sprayin’ like a fire truck
set your mama house on fire, nail the door shut
ain’t n-body gettin’ out, it’s over, bruh
and over what? n-gg-s ain’t takin’ sh-t
these n-gg-s really ’bout that life, you out here fakin’ it

[hook]

# juicy j şarkı sözleri