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Letra : 38 Baby 2

I know you lil b*t*hes want me dead
That lil n***a ??? ??? ??? (Gangstarrrr)
You know I keep one in da head
But we gon’ pull up like the Feds, yeah

I heard you lil b*t*hes want me dead
It ain’t on discussion
Yo know if I’m questionin’
I gotta get one in da head
If a n***a play wit me
Then we gotta get ‘em
Or we gon pull up like the Fed
b*t*h, I keep a Glizzy
You know I ain’t slippin’
I know these n***as want me dead
Oh yeah yeah (hey)
That’s all I know (all I know)
I’m focused on money, I just want da money
I don’t give a damn bout a ho
These n***as be frontin like thеy gettin’ money
But I know they pockеts be broke
I call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
You know dat murder she wrote

If a n***a want war you know I don’t play
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Hand on tha Glock wit my eyes on da Drac
I go to war wit all you lil n***as
I go to war wit all you lil b*t*hes
Head first we gon’ tread the whole city
Ten toes, I don’t care where you be at
Before I go broke, Imma need dat
If a n***a want smoke, Imma squeeze dat
This on my name & my city
Imma swerve on yo block where ya be at
Put the 22 Glock where yo knees at
I don’t do the fake loyal, you can keep dat
And it really f**ked up if I see dat
Tell dat ho she can leave, I don’t need dat
n***a, act like you afraid to talk down yo name
We leave dat sh*t to the ho
If tha sh*t ain’t directed, then he ain’t respected
n***as need this on the low
Got like 32 shots in this muhfucin’ Glock & erry bullet gotta go
b*t*h you know I don’t lack it
You know dat I’m packin’
You know that I’ll never fold

Oh yeah
Ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
Ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
Got like 32 shots in this muhf**kin’ Glock & erry bullet gotta go
Ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
Ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
b*t*h you know I don’t lack it
You know dat I’m packin’
You know that I’ll never fold

I heard you lil b*t*hes want me dead
It ain’t on discussion
Yo know if I’m questionin’
I gotta get one in da head
If a n***a play wit me
Then we gotta get ‘em
Or we gon pull up like the Fed
b*t*h, I keep a Glizzy
You know I ain’t slippin’
I know these n***as want me dead
Oh yeah yeah (hey)
That’s all I know (all I know)
I’m focused on money, I just want da money
I don’t give a damn bout a ho
These n***as be frontin like they gettin’ money
But I know they pockets be broke
I call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
You know dat murder she wrote

A n***a gon’ rob who? Take what?
He gon’ get snatched up, taped up
My whole team’s strapped, draced up
You don’t wanna smoke dis, a laced blunt
And if I smash this, face up
Pullin on her hair for a couple of ???? ????
Man, why buy the b*t*h, when I can take her?
I don’t even want her, ????? ???? ????
???? n***as ???? bout these hoes
If she find something better, she gone
That why I’d rather take me a ????
Everyday when I work 24
Dump the pack & go f**k off the back end
Call the plug & you know that I’m back in
Catch that b*t*h from the back & Im back in
I’ve been gone for a minute, I’m back in
I could run up & check, stomp on they neck
They know a young n***a flex
Don’t you hop in the water tryna be a shark when you know you really a fish
I just ordered some Gucci & that’s how I’m steppin’
When I get to f**k yo lil b*t*h
Only God can judge me
This sh*t can get ugly
And I got this sh*t ??????
I’ll have the Soljas screaming’ “Gang Gang”
The whole gang wit me, we go Bang Bang
n***a act dumb, we on da same thang
Run around drugs & go Bang Bang
I’ll have the Soljas screaming’ “Gang Gang”
The whole gang wit me, we go Bang Bang
n***a act dumb, we on da same thang
Run around drugs & go Bang Bang
Yeah

I heard you lil b*t*hes want me dead
It ain’t on discussion
Yo know if I’m questionin’
I gotta get one in da head
If a n***a play wit me
Then we gotta get ‘em
Or we gon pull up like the Fed
b*t*h, I keep a Glizzy
You know I ain’t slippin’
I know these n***as want me dead
Oh yeah yeah (hey)
That’s all I know (all I know)
I’m focused on money, I just want da money
I don’t give a damn bout a ho
These n***as be frontin like they gettin’ money
But I know they pockets be broke
I call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
You know dat murder she wrote