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fo dread - this time lyrics

i just give give give and n-gg-s take take take
that sh-t ain’t real real real
that sh-t be fake fake fake
i just give give give and n-gg-s take take take
that sh-t ain’t real real real
that sh-t be fake fake fake

(#bengotthissh-tknockingtho)

(chorus)
n-gg- owe up and he ain’t pay back a dime
so when you down bad don’t dial my number this time (this time)
i work everyday and you just getting high
get ya bread up i can’t support you this time (this time)
n-gg- you the one that chose the life of crime
get caught we ain’t putting up the houses this time (this time)
in a jam don’t you f-cking hit my line
figure that sh-t out i ain’t bouta save you this time (this time)

(verse 1)
real sh-t i gotta get this off my chest a n-gg- always at my pockets that’s the sh-t i can’t respect (nahh)
green dot green dot moneypak wasting all my f-cking cash knowing i won’t get it back (naw)
hit me everyday you begging for some sh-t but on the gram you’d think this n-gg- money making mitch (haaaa)
frustrated and i know the shoe fit so if you feel some type of ways n-gg- pull up wit a stick (b-tch)
keep a banger i ain’t worried bout the gun laws (not at all)
matter fact my whole squad got a gun card (boom boom boom)
and it’s outta love i ain’t tryna hunt y’all (yall my n-gg-s)
i’m just mad y’all be letting drugs run y’all
wiggin off them jiggers what the f-ck i mean
why you wanna chase the highs you don’t wanna chase the cream? (what?)
f-ck the perckys f-ck the zanis and the lean
who the f-ck glorified the life of a f-cking fiend!? (fiend)

(chorus)

(verse 2)
keep it g witchu n-gg- this the sauce lord (yea)
i den got my money up you need to up yours (run it up)
if you can’t get it on ya own what you want for? (what)
and if i catch ya b-tch alone imma f-ck yours (b-tch)
see if the bread you gave to her is bread i gave to you
then that’s our b-tch i might as well gon hit the p-ssy too (yea)
i tell her come inside the whip & imma get the chew (neck)
and you know she chase a check she gon get rid of you
and that’s a promise boy it ain’t a f-cking maybe
you know shorty been a bopper why you turn her to ya lady (why you do that)
we all f-cking and you let it drive u crazy
outchea bussing in these b-tches and you can’t afford a baby (why you do that)
i speak the truth b-tch make sure understood me
ima tell it like it is i can’t tell it like it should be (naw)
this to the broads like a veteran to a rookie
stop letting these f-ck n-gg-s get the p-ssy!!

sh-t!!!!!

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