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yg – stop snitchin lyrics

[intro]
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-

[verse]
i can smell a b-tch n-gg- a mile away
type of n-gg- so b-tch, he should put “b-tch-made” on his license plate (b-tch!)
from that real sh-t, you b-tch n-gg-s play hide and seek (b-tch–ss n-gg-s)
me and b-tch n-gg-s, we don’t conversate
b-tch n-gg-s love saying real n-gg-s tryna hate (b-tch–ss n-gg-)
but nah, n-gg-, i’m a real n-gg-, i had a bag of weight
you got fear in your heart so you cooperate (b-tch)
i can’t stand how b-tch n-gg-s operate
you’s a b-tch (b-tch), your mama know you a b-tch (b-tch)
your girl even know you a b-tch (b-tch)
i don’t know how she suck your d-ck, pause
you got caught with some sh-t (sh-t)
with your best friend and your clique (clique)
y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (hit)
everybody went down ’cause you snitched (aw)
whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (that)
ayy, whoever raised you need to get slapped
karma is a b-tch and she gon’ get you, n-gg-, just like that
’cause once a b-tch n-gg-, always a b-tch, facts

[chorus]
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg- (uh-oh!)
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg-, ho n-gg-, b-tch n-gg-

[verse 2]
b-tch n-gg-s always contemplate
always contemplate what on they’re tryna say
b-tch n-gg- leave the house, think he fly today
b-tch n-gg- don’t even know what’s ’bout to come his way, bop
b-tch n-gg-, you should bleed for seven days
no test, touch the road, you scared to catch a fade
i got in a fight and you ain’t fight
you ran off, so next time i see you, i’ll knock you out on sight
(bing, bing, bing) ayy, i don’t want no rap beef
’cause i’m really gon’ slide, check my wrap sheet (check it, n-gg-)
ayy, so think twice before attacking me
i’ma pull a gun out, i ain’t gon’ run, i ain’t no athlete
(boom-boom-boom-boom!) you count the next man’s pockets
you fall, pillow talking to that b-tch, she a hoe, you know she our’s
i hate a b-tch n-gg-, i hate a b-tch n-gg-, i swear to god
i don’t know what’s worse, b-tch n-gg-s or alchohol

- yg lyrics

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