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memphis bleek – they will never play me lyrics

this for my thug, thug
drug, drug
and guns, guns
come on, come on
come on, it’s the roc n-gg-
yo, yo

ayo n-gg-s wanna hate me cause i run thugs
show no love and my guns bust
and i got your b-tch on my nuts and i push two trucks
you n-gg-s out here gone do what?
nothing but talk about it
you n-gg-s ain’t bout it, bout it
you see bleek
j-i-g from the hat to sneaks
dem them jordans but what’s important
you n-gg-rs scheming
i told y’all, i got my mind right
and my money right
i brought a new tech and believe my sh-t air right
the game n-gg- love it, leave it
it ain’t gone change n-gg-
from my hood to your hood
this sh-t the same n-gg-
you see me hopping out
coping that bel –v
i ride for my family
f-ck could you tell me
its roc la familia
no one down with us
no one ride with us
no one side with us
we came gunning
busting f-ck it, it ain’t nothing
i got mine now get yours
and n-gg- stop frontin’

1 – still these n-gg-rs hate me
but i sit back and laugh
i got cash, i play the back
and i be counting my math
and they will never play me
i got guns, i got ones, i got sons
i got n-gg-s who could get that done

and still these n-gg-rs hate me
but i sit back and laugh
i got cash, i play the back
and i be counting my math
and they will never play me
i got guns, i got ones, i got sons
i got n-gg-s who could get that done

yo, ayo i get’s it crunk with that pump
or letting that pistol blow
n-gg-s hate but i’m sticking this d-ck down they b-tches throat
i hear them saying
he only sold half a mill
you know what i’m saying n-gg- i spend half your deal
so go ahead with that dumb sh-t
i push tinted suv’s
which is one b-tch
with that fifth in just one clip
my fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?
ma i’m dissing everyone
and everyone feel they involve
who ever hating
contemplating about my situations
wanna know my moves
wanna find out if a n-gg- station
wanna know the co’ds
wanna know if i get low my company
do i got chrome
n-gg-r don’t compare me to jay-z
i pop my collar, hollar
all about the drama blowing scama
pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
but you lames hating
cause i’m in the lake on them daytons
taking pictures, hitting switches
pulling over bad b-tches
i’m laying right
my dogs stay they eating right
guns looking right
and dog i bust them right
for that brick
for that check
for that c-ke
for that flow
dog i let’s them go
set up shop and blow

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- memphis bleek lyrics

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