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ray muney - black men don’t miss lyrics

i be wit my .40 it too risky, it too risky
i be wit my .40 it too risky, it too risky
i can’t be risky
i be wit my .40
.40 .40 i ain’t blowin
i ain’t blowin i ain’t missing if he movin
b-tch i got this .40 in my pants
i got this .40 in my pants
i spray ya mans, i spray ya mans
if i leave this .40
they might take ya mans
do no fakin man
when i get they man
no i ain’t goin’, i ain’t missing if he movin
i’m blowin out that loaded
pistol when i’m shootin’
cuz ion trust these n-ggas no, no
or b-tches that f-ck wit n-ggas no, no
you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin wit us
we not them otha n-ggas
tiga, that’s my bruddha n-gga
we take out these .40’s with the
blessings that our mothers give us
we lost our bruddha to the streets
so we ain’t trust the n-ggas
f-ck yo shorty, when we pull up
they gon’ come and get ‘em
i’ll make ‘em bullets catch up
how you runnin’ wit ‘em?
f-ck, lil muney on you hands
b-tch, imma come and get ‘em!
i’m tryna knock his head off
i had you duckin’ wit him
don’t bring no n-gga tryna
me cuz i ain’t f-ckin’ wit him
for all i know we f-ck wit people
so it’s f-ck the n-gga
hop off the truck and hit ‘em
skrrrt!
[raaaaa!, raaaaa!, raaaaa]
i spray ya mans
i spray ya mans
shorty i spray ya mans
f-ck a n-gga i be worried
‘bout these bands on me!
he gon’ do milly rock
he put his hands on me!
on my own cuz my own
n-ggas runnin’ on me, yeah
ion even trust my glock
this b-tch jammed on me!
i coulda died, why keep that
second play on me
two glocks, i got
simitty and sam on me! yeah
b-tch i’m wit my .40, yeah
b-tch i’m wit my .40, yeah
dont need no n-gga, yeah
i be wit my shorty, yeah
we takin’ h-lla churches, yeah
man that sh-t get borin’
and i would tell you how
that went, but that’s a different story!
[gang!]
i spray ya mans
i spray ya mans
shorty i spray ya mans

- ray muney lyrics

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