glokk40spaz – jason bourne (ain’t take nun) lyrics
[chorus]
man, that f+ck n+gga ain’t take nun from me
i’m uppin’ that 30, i’m shootin’ down trees
is you finna give me that p+ssy?, i know you not easy
baby, i ain’t never said that you needed me
and i really want you to believe in me
and i really need you to be nothing to me
pushing me away not helping me
i told my brother “you can be whatever you wanna be”
gunners with me got them sticks in the trees
k!llers with me they don’t got no belief
babylife sh+t, they treat me like the chief
and k+mo we rollin’, wе smokin’ like keef
we was the onе’s shootin’ sh+t, we was never on defense
he pulled up that addy, on me, and i need it
[verse]
put that back on me, you can read it
she think we relationship, i’m finna leave it
them young n+ggas listen to me when i’m speakin’
cross a f+ck n+gga, he keep doin’ that reachin’
i told god forgive me, after i shot that boy they treat me like the heathen
she don’t love me no more, she don’t got no reason
put your hands up, n+gga, stop all that wheezin’
i tell sumo i love ’em, everytime i get on the phone wit’ ’em (phone wit’ ’em)
lil b+tches don’t like when i judge ’em on sight
i want you to come home, n+gga
f+ck them po+po’s, n+gga
wipe his nose, n+gga, then we slither
n+gga, don’t c+ck+block, i’m tryna hit her
we leave ’em dead dog, we call ’em quitters
i’m on a mission, shoot a f+ck n+gga like jason bourne
don’t take no pictures of me, b+tch you not my wh0re
i get b+tterflies when my lawyer told me i gotta go back to court
put on sharpshooting, shootin’ at these f+ck n+ggas like a sport
i get all these pollies b+tches like a sport
this sh+t holy moly, bullet hole like donut, sh+t hold like four
them junkies’ll get back, they ain’t up the score
me and solid fought over gucci shoes like we poor
but d+mn it lil brother, now we gettin’ more
spinjiztu, kicking down your door
i don’t miss you, you is not a slore
shot that boy face like a lawnmower
p+ssy ass n+gga, yall just owe four
pull out the stick, shoot at the double doors
i don’t like to fight, my body just get store
stab a f+ck n+gga, watch his blood pour out
used to have kel+tec, and a shotgun at sumo house
n+gga bought a beam, but them red dots on ’em, oh, just shut yo’ mouth (shut yo mouth, f+ck n+gga)
[chorus]
man, that f+ck n+gga ain’t take nun from me
i’m uppin’ that 30, i’m shootin’ down trees
is you finna give me that p+ssy?, i know you not easy
baby, i ain’t never said that you needed me
and i really want you to believe in me
and i really need you to be nothing to me
pushing me away not helping me
i told my brother “you can be whatever you wanna be”
gunners with me got them sticks in the trees
k!llers with me they don’t got no belief
babylife sh+t, they treat me like the chief
and k+mo we rollin’, we smokin’ like keef
we was the one’s shootin’ sh+t, we was never on defense
he pulled up that addy, on me, and i need it
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