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q da fool – gangsta cry lyrics

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[intro]
d+mn, she just seen a gangster cry
d+mn, she just seen a gangster cry

[chorus]
d+mn, uh, she just seen a gangster cry
seen a so+called real one lie
deep up in that field, got sacked
he took that trip, ain’t make it back
f+ck they thoughts, i’m statin’ facts
d+mn, who the rat, how we get trapped?
run from 12, we call that track
he ain’t had no jump shot, he just sold a lot of crack
he ain’t never had no job, he just sold a lot of packs
shootouts, was a lot of that
went to h+ll to talk to my n+ggas, they told me, “holler back”
n+ggas hatin’ on they own n+ggas, i can’t follow that
[verse]
i brought that vibe in
i brought that nine in
if she a dime, i make her spine bent
n+gga, stop all that, n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, i’m in my prime, b+tch
tryna k!ll all the opps and duck all the cops, respect my mind, b+tch
don’t cross that line, b+tch
that glock got a switch
might dive in the ocean just to find a brick
if we can’t cook up in this b+tch, then i can’t pay the rent
she could fuss and hit that bus, but she can’t take the d+ck
all a n+gga ever did was try to show you love, why you try to sh+t on me?
took you on missions and really showed you how to thug, why you had to switch on me?
back of your head, you hatin’ like, “d+mn, q gettin’ rich on me”
knowin’ d+mn well i did this sh+t for the team, n+ggas went b+tch on me
i could’ve really bossed up the b+tch, but i done seen sh+t fall
real dog, she gon’ leave a n+gga lost
had to cut you off before i gotta cut you off
hardbody, but her skin real soft
went from the hood to a real big loft
always mad like a n+gga in the fault
made you mad, now them b+tches throwin’ salt

[chorus]
d+mn, uh, she just seen a gangster cry
seen a so+called real one lie
deep up in that field, got sacked
he took that trip, ain’t make it back
f+ck they thoughts, i’m statin’ facts
d+mn, who the rat, how we get trapped?
run from 12, we call that track
he ain’t had no jump shot, he just sold a lot of crack
he ain’t never had no job, he just sold a lot of packs
shootouts, was a lot of that
went to h+ll to talk to my n+ggas, they told me, “holler back”
n+ggas hatin’ on they own n+ggas, i can’t follow that



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