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L-Burna - My Niggaz lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (Chorus) Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? Ak-47, so you better hit the ground Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? Ak-47, nigga get the fuck down! (L-Burna) Have you kicked it with this thug lately? Well, if not, you need to try, Baby,look deep into my mind, and you could find just what the game made me Rough and rugged, come get this thuggish ruggish rush Get a taste of what these bitches just can't touch And I be the number one assasin, second to none and steadily blastin' All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I be doin' to get this cash And ?? went out of fashion ?? to get you laid down This St. Clair thugsta Bone So all of them niggas that's flossin' the industry We put one thru your dome Nigga, here I go again, thuggish ruggish in the Benz Bitches love me with these ends Braids blowin' off in the wind Tossin' forties out the windows with the top dropped, and my glock cocked Little nigga, that block made hot, and i'm that nigga that blew the spot Double nine to the 2 tripple zero, millenium hero Nigga, I stay right with my people, 'cause these wicked ass streets be lethal Niggas is see thru, they transparent, they ghost writin' 'Cause a nigga like me, i'm tired Keep a good reach up on my pile day and night It's about that business, nigga, get checked, respect what's mine Any you niggas cross the gunline, you can bet that ass is mine Nigga, we done sold 30 million plus, who fuckin' with that? Nigga, wanna test me and what I represent, i'll fuck you with a rap That's why I be tuckin' my strap up under my lap when I get my creep on Reason I stress this shit in each song, 'Cause I mean it when i'm screamin' murda Have you ever heard of a nigga that went and got it? Got a glock, then really shot it, mothafuckas that's bout it bout it Little young niggas that's doin' they thing True of game, are Thug Emortalz Nigga, don't make me have to force my hand and body 'round your torso But of course, hold no remorse for enemies or advasaries It be body bags and caskets, skull and bones and cemetaries (Chorus)4x Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? Ak-47, so you better hit the ground |
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