Corrección Letra Don’t Touch Him (Hardaway)* par King Von

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Letra

(We legendary)
Uh, nah, nah (Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
Von

I'm a street n***a, not a lover, uh
Don't f**k undercover (Uh-huh)
Gotta f**k you with a rubber (Uh-huh)
We don't share location, don't trust you (Nah, nah)
I make her mad, she tell me don't touch her (Don't touch her)
She fell in love, we was just f**king (Damn)
I heard some noises and I get to clutching (Damn)
And she got a man but I be like, "f**k him" (Boom, boom)
She be like, "Von, you better not touch him" (Boom)
But she was blushing, she know I slumped him (Yeah)
Don't like her cousin (Nah), he with that opp sh*t (What?)
I run his pocket, she know I'm toxic (Boom, boom, boom)
I got the key so I act like I locked it (Uh-huh)
I put that cheese on his head and he [?] (Uh-huh)
Ain't no boxing, ain't doing no boxing
Don't start me up, ain't doing no stopping, yeah

But shawty a baddie
pu**y good, got me feeling like a addict (Uh-huh)
Finna pull up, baby, send the addy (Gang)
This a opp, sh*t get tragic (Boom)
I'm a gangsta and she know
Keep my gun everywhere I go
This path I'm going a bumpy road
And that b*t*h gon' stay, well, I don't know
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Real street n***a but I ball like hardaway (Harder way)
I don't want that ho if she can't bring nothing to the plate (To the Plate)
Hard for me to love, I threw my heart away (Threw my heart away, it's hard)
Baby, I'm filled with pain, just heal my scars away (Damn, damn, damn)
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug (No)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom)
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug (No)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom, boom)

f**k that, how you cool with the guys? Don't trust that (I don't trust that)
You around, ain't around, that's suspect (That's suspect)
If they bussing at me, n***a, I'ma bust back (Boom, boom)
Police coming and I still won't cuff that (Boom, boom)
Tatted my name and I still don't trust that (Nah, nah)
f**k her friend, she still gon' come back (Nah, nah)
Chiraq, Drillanois, I run that
Baby momma where my son at (What?)
Von don't miss, that's just a fallback (Boom, boom)
Tooka man be where my lungs at
I don't trust her, so where my gun at? (Nah, nah)
If I leave, I might not come back (Damn)
If he run, I make him run back (Boom, boom)
I go deep, I make her come back
She be asking where my c*m at (What?)
I left it all in her stomach, damn
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug (No)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom)
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug (No)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom, boom)

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