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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoFuck The Industry Pt. 2
(Berge always flexin')Hah, end thisTop say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry"Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' upand thinkin' they gon' finish meBitch, I take these millions and get at youit ain't no gettin' at meBitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boydon't say shit to meTalked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' meTold me that he fuck with Durk, damnthat shit gettin' to meTold me that he like the shit I'm doin'but can't do shit with meSo when we cross our waysfuck what you say, bitch, you my enemyJ a ho, that nigga played it coldlike he was gon' do a featureSo I texted his line, a muscle signI swear it's gon' be nice to meet youPussy niggas tryna close the doorBitch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rougeto that Nola, yeah, we cutthroatAnd we hate hoes, and bitch, I'm soldiered downMight play you close, but don't fuck aroundI just tried to pull that act offwith them boys out that Atlanta town, hol' onTats all on my sleeve, at nightcan't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streetsBitch, you ain't never had to kill at just eighteenyou don't compare to meAnd never ever up in life, we couldn't competeYou want to jump in beefand none of y'all wanna bang it out with YBWe kill security first and then you get your headbust inside the streetWe probably burn a shirt, across itit'll be your face across that teeHold on, so long they've been tryna X meGotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on"Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with meAt night, my wife pray with methese niggas ain't stainin' meI say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone"And I know when the rain poursit could be me or either of them that's goneSo I'm ready, nigga, with these millionsgettin' at you bitch niggasYou don't deserve it anywayyou ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, niggaTryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this gameLike I ain't a man, niggawhat the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brainsPlay with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggotBitch, play with me, half of y'allain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin'I done did more time than more timeyou niggas spent inside the trenchesEver had a nigga beat your mamaand now that you're older, time to kill 'em?Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case?You pussy niggaSingers puttin' tattoos across they facefuck wrong with these niggas?Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitchI see that, niggaNigga, you a trick, and that's howyou know you'll never be known in the trenchesTryna think of somethin' else, just for to say"I hate you niggas"Nigga, bring your bold-ass to Salt Lakeyou a gangster, niggaGo ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy bitchI ain't worried, niggaI got Stunna with me and, bitchI got a fee, that's to get money with meThat hitter came way from New Orleansthat split him in them apartmentsSo Mr. Rap-Boy, shit like that what got me as a targetDon't forget it, I paid them young niggasWord 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill meI birthed you young niggas and, bitchI'm bound to kill an infantHold on, so long they've been tryna X meGotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on"Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with meAt night, my wife pray with methese niggas ain't stainin' meI say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone"And I know when the rain poursit could be me or either of them that's gone
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