Corrección Letra Bet Not Ever par DaBoii

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B*t*h, I'm with it
You better not ever test my gangster, b*t*h, I'm with it, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever tell the— about my business
You better, test my gangster, b*t*h, I'm with it, uh

You better not ever test my gangster, b*t*h, I'm with it
You better not ever get to shootin' like I'm Bennett, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever tell them stupid hoes our business
And when you—, you better not ever leave no witness, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever disrespect my brother name
You better not ever throw no salt up on my gang, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever go mistake me for a lame
You better not ever run up on me, chopper bang (Uh)

You better not ever run up on me, make the chopper bang
She like, "Why you always sippin' mud?" B*t*h, I'm tryna cake
Uh, I'll beat a n***a a** like I'm Johnny Cage
F**k tellin' me what you gon' do, you can die today
I can make the money bag flip in all kind of ways
I see pu**y n***as playin' games I ain't tryna play
Huh? N***a, say it with your chest, what you tryna say?
Cute thick b*t*h damn near broke, but the condom ain't
Yeah, Alexander Queens, these ain't Rick Owens
Kissed her in her mouth if I was you, I had that b*t*h hoein'
You'll already see what time I'm on, I got stick pokin'
Oh, you love your block? You hug it too? Better not slip on it
I ain't gotta do it, have my lil' n***a shoot 'em up
N***a, these is not the last season, these the newer ones
Glock twenty-motherf**kin'-three, this ain't no Ruger, bum
N***as talkin' crazy in the songs, what have you ever done, n***a?
You better not ever test my gangster, b*t*h, I'm with it
You better not ever get to shootin' like I'm Bennett, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever tell them stupid hoes our business
And when you—, you better not ever leave no witness, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever disrespect my brother name
You better not ever throw no salt up on my gang, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever go mistake me for a lame
You better not ever run up on me, chopper bang

You better not ever pull up empty-handed, b*t*h
When have you ever seen The Plug without his F&N?
I dare an opp to stand outside and drop his pin
I'm off a four of Wockhardt, not no gin
I dance when I get the bag, I'm a real pop-locker
I know your type, in high school, you was gettin' stuffed in lockers
Don't sign to no big label, I can be your sponsor
She complain about slimin' up other b*t*hes, be honored
He think he turnt up 'cause he high off embalming fluid
Them 10K SI chains, the Stinc Team do not approve it
I see you tryna shake that stiff fatty, but it's not movin'
You got on mannequin designer, that sh*t is not exclusive
He got stripped and robbed from the n***as he cool with
Hangin' with the opps, you an opp, if dude a snitch, you a snitch
I said what I said, if dude's a b*t*h, you's a b*t*h
I ain't stoppin' 'til the whole crew rich
The Plug
You better not ever test my gangster, b*t*h, I'm with it
You better not ever get to shootin' like I'm Bennett, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever tell them stupid hoes our business
And when you—, you better not ever leave no witness, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever disrespect my brother name
You better not ever throw no salt up on my gang, stupid b*t*h
You better not ever go mistake me for a lame
You better not ever run up on me, chopper bang

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