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gangthelabel - non like 'em lyrics

heavy reefer puffer, i’m a fresh -ss motherf-cker
and your b-tch want my number, i just f-ck her, i don’t trust her
now that b-tch a run up, number one stunner
out this world, out in sp-ce, sp-cejam wesley cruncher
you ain’t ever gotta wonder, you a lame, that’s a b-mmer
get all the swag you get mustard, coming for the bread and b-tter
every lame, they shall suffer, they gon hate me, every summer
this the gang, those my brothers, i can bet my n-gg-s tougher
and your girl is undercover, i’m the man, word to mother
got these b-tches going under, got me masked up like a (?)
you a sucker, she a lover, not a word, she will utter
and my words make you shut up, there will never be another, uh

flip it, stack it, re-up, and my n-gg-s do the same thing
i swear my n-gg-s know we just out here, out here, out here trynna maintain
gotta get the money it’s the only way the only way the only way i stay sane
got the kush & the diesel smoking loud, while you steady smoking plain jane

i ain’t strapping but i’m never lacking cuz i’m always loaded
i ain’t selling homie, ain’t no telling on me, but that sh-t i’m on got me a fellon on me
you can smell it on me all the time, kuston chiefing heavy never no reggie on me
i’m about the green green green, d-mn it almost seem like i turned into abolone
man i’m always rolling stoned, that’s just how i rock, motherf-ck the cops, yeah i said it
keep hanging around squares, chance you prolly won’t make it out the block, you’ll never get it
i’m a young god, young gates, young jobs, f-ck the odds, shorty i’mma make it
i swear they ain’t ever wanna give it to me so i stepped my game up and i had to get it man i’m outta here

aye you know i don’t like ’em, i don’t like ’em
man i guess i ain’t never been nothing like ’em
all i see is lame -ss people, just the same -ss people
that’s why i don’t f-ck with non of them, i never been one of them, it’s just
i don’t like ’em i don’t like ’em
man i guess i ain’t never been nothing like ’em
all i see is lame -ss people, just the same mad people
that’s why i don’t f-ck with non of them, i never been one of them, it’s just

they know i’m putting on for the trademark
surrounded by flowers until they grow up on my graveyard
show up on your radar, don’t take part where lames are
don’t care about no disstracks, don’t diss back, i disregard
i’m heavy reefer cheefin when the day start
with the bandana round my head like i’m w-lly nelson jr
anyway i’m ready straight headed for the facecards
lamborghini racecars, all i need is eight bars, harsh

aye i tell a b-tch bounce
i don’t want no d-mn lames around my section i don’t like ’em
get the f-ck out my direction, hoe got d-mn it i’m just flexing
dropping sauce on em, splurging, get them lames from round here
them people make me nervous tell em bounce

i don’t want no d-mn lames around my section i don’t like ’em
get the f-ck out my direction, hoe god d-mn it i’m just flexing
i drop the sauce on em splurging, get the f-ck from round here
them people make nervous tell em bounce

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