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big mali - the way niggas go lyrics

[refrain]
that’s true, you right
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, my n-gga say he gon’ do better
i can’t trust no n-gga, my heart cold, i need a sweater
think that i’ma love another n-gga, b-tch never
n-gga dumb as f-ck, how could you think that you would fool me?
so much hate for you my n-gga, i grab my two-two-three
n-gga broke as f-ck, he need to get his sh-t together
last n-gga f-cked me over had to meet beretta, h-llo?

[verse 1]
i don’t understand why n-ggas always on some fool sh-t
i don’t understand why n-ggas hit me on that bullsh-t
n-gga say he swervin’ but he flexin’ in his mama’s sh-t
flexin’, boy stop flexin’, you know d-mn well you ain’t poppin’ sh-t
n-gga try to play me then you know that i’ll start droppin’ sh-t
catch a n-gga home and i’ma go’n and grab the chopper sh-t
if i try to leave, this n-gga beggin’ me to stop and sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about that sh-t n-gga
n-gga you don’t own sh-t, you can get your own sh-t
please don’t call my phone, leave me alone, get your own b-tch
ask me if i’m home but i’m on with the dome b-tch
and i’m in my zone, face the ‘wood, that’s my last hit
why the f-ck you worried baby? you is not my n-gga
had to get a n-gga with some money, pockets bigger
f-ckin’ with my heart, my finger restin’ on this trigger
i don’t got no heart, i shoot your mama with the pistol
flexin’ in that message, baby i had to dismiss you
thinkin’ that you own me n-gga, that’s your f-ckin’ issue
p-ss him to the team, he ain’t for me, he for the clique, move
but you ain’t my n-gga, i can’t trip and i can’t fix you, ayy

[chorus]
and i wish i never met you
should’ve kept it pushin’, this all started from a text too
i can’t trust no n-gga ’cause his love for me is crucial
wish that this was real, some sh-t that i can say i’m used to
lyin’ textin’, and you tellin’ me to keep my cool
grab my tool, you act a fool, but listen, you is not my dude
so i cannot trip, i cannot flip over the sh-t you do
but i should’ve knew from the start that you was f-ckin’ fu

[verse 2]
why the f-ck would i even put my trust in you?
late night, this sh-t hit my -ss right out the blue
but i’ma stunt on a n-gga in my jimmy choos
n-gga lame as f-ck and it’s the same so f-ck your cue
and if you want a problem, call my brother, he can solve ’em
you a n-gga i can’t fight and so i just go grab revolvers
draco in the back, it clap, i aim at your f-ckin’ noggin
n-gga you can’t f-ckin’ play me, save it, i am not your side b-tch
um, yeah
i don’t understand why this n-gga keep playin’
that is not the same sh-t that you was just sayin’
say you wanted her but treated me like i’m the main b-tch
and

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