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4.A mil don`t make u real

๐Ÿ‘ค Ghetto Twinz โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ No Pain No Gain โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:32
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Yeah, nigga, what? Yeah
Nigga, what?
What the fuck? Uh-huh
Philo, you've got a swing

I know, yes, sir!
You know how we do, uh-huh, what's up, nigga?
We layin' down on God, you heard me?
But we don't cut down unless you won't get crushed, nigga
Nah, nah

Now be the type to push problems
To pull the haters, put them out of pocket
Take a hundred G's and roots
Now you know they had to stop
I don't know why

I still got to get my green cane from
Blessing on blocks
And living like a figure, heard me
Down and dirty, banging 30-30
Telling my niggas don't worry

And motherfuck the jury
It's last time
And I'ma tell you for the last time
Let them play you like no bitches
Here to beat your last time

Motherfuckers, I got the Nathan Allen hair tuck
Got the pill to work the bitch
Before she let the purse go
No bullshitting
Put your dick in, the pussy ain't fucking

Till you put your dick in it, that's real nigga
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, why are you a bone shader? Uh-huh, yeah
Don't you hear me? D-Loc, uh-huh
Why are you a bone shader?

I tell you, girl, you got a million
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real one, nah, nah, uh-huh
What? What? What?
(Say what? Say what? Uh-huh)

I bet it's 'cause you got a million, what?
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real one, nah, nah, uh-huh
Yeah, fuck you, nigga what? Yeah
Fucking punk head, nigga

I'm hanging around with the real niggas
Who ain't scared to kill niggas, for real niggas
Self-made millionaire niggas, what?
Throw your guns up, niggas
Shoot if they run up, see I'ma run up in your shit

Like I supposed to niggas
I'ma load, reload and I'ma told you niggas
Straight killers, real niggas, you don't wanna fill us through this
It's gonna be hard for you to believe I'm holding power niggas
Keep that thing close by for when times get sour niggas

Thought I told you that I'm rowdy niggas
Rolling with the millionaire, see you looking them out, rowdy niggas
I ain't running but you're taking mine
'Cause if you cross the line, I'ma do you in, leave your ass dying
I ain't lying, fucking round with some killers like us

All about the bus, not only that, we fucking you up, and that's real niggas
The punk-ass niggas do punk-ass shit
So punk-ass motherfuckers can suck a fat dick
Oh, oh, clit, you heard man
Great man, get the clit together, I thought you knew motherfuckers

I tell you, girl, you got a million
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real one, nah, nah, uh-huh (nigga, yeah)
What? What? What?
(Say what? Say what? Uh-huh)

I bet it's 'cause you got a million, what?
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real ones, nah, nah, uh-huh
Yeah, fuck you, nigga what? Yeah
Fucking punk head, nigga

I'ma lick your ass, poppin' up blood, dippin' in mine
Get out of line, that's what I tell her, stackin' mine
And packin' mine, showin' no love, wanna get me
Come on, come on with me, now I'm here to sleep with me
So it's there for you to hit me, won't stick me

Use a big day, one time to your spine, got you walkin'
Switchin', claimin' culture, you's an idiot boy
Anytime you cross my path, I'm gon' hurt you
So you wanna fight guns with us?
Do you really want them guns to bust?

I'll burn that ass to dust, it's a must that I act like a donkey
Can't let no nigga punk me, if you want me, nigga
I ain't hard to find, I'ma hit you one time
You gon' lose your life, in your mind, straight layin' niggas
Down in mud, throwin' blood, fuckin' with us

Race dog, nigga, straight thugs
And we trying to hurt him, hurt him, hurt him
Hurt him, hurt him, make the murder, you heard me?
Trying to hurt him, hurt him, hurt him, hurt him
Hurt him, make the murder, you heard me?

I tell you, girl, you got a million
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real one, nah, nah, uh-huh
What? What? What?
(Say what? Say what? Uh-huh)

I bet it's 'cause you got a million, what?
Fuck a friend that don't make you
No real ones, nah, nah, uh-huh
Yeah, fuck you, nigga what? Yeah
Fucking punk head, nigga

Ghetto Twiinz, C-Loc
Wrappin' up my Twiinz baby
C-Loc precious, you need
You better recognise the Twiinz baby
You bitches can't see us

Motherfuckers don't, uh-huh
Hello Twiinz, C-Loc (I got the fucking pump)
Are you doing this?

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