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nana reckless - a lot of facts lyrics

i don’t want yo n-gga he a b-tch and he lame
my n-gga beat it up got me walkin wit a cane
i got all the gas n-gga what’s yo favorite strain
yeah i’m with the sh-ts but n-gga i don’t bang
ion got no set n-gga wtf you claim
when i’m club b-tch i make it rain
an if that p-ssy lackin ima sn-tch his chain
pop out the cut pistol whip you like tay k
f-ckin on the bed then we take it to the flo
ion even know this b-tch what’s yo name hoe
man ion give a f-ck b-tch you gotta go
put some clothes on then i kick her out the do
f-ckin with these n-ggas yeah i had to change my flow
stopped f-ckin with these b-tches cause they broke and do the most
ion want no love n-gga i just want the dough
i ran off on the plug n-gga runnin too slow
all these n-ggas lame they some b-tches and they broke
can’t take these n-gga serious
cause they some jokes
p-ssy n-gga you a b-tch you don’t want no smoke
most these n-ggas g-y with d-ck all in they throat
always in the trap yeah tryna get rich
gettin to the the money i ain’t worried bout no b-tch
n-gga got some acid said he wanna take a trip
tweakin off the sh-t he said i look like pickle rick
ya n-gga he a p-ssy h-ll yeah he a l!ck
b-tches talkin reckless till they get they -ss split
n-ggas locked up yeah free all my jits
b-tch you not innocent all my n-ggas hit

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