Dirt Gang - Ain't Bullshittin (Nuke Feat. Dae Dae, Waka Flocka, & Sonny B.Ceezy) | Текст песни

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• Ain't Bullshittin (Nuke Feat. Dae Dae, Waka Flocka, & Sonny B.Ceezy)

Yeah we hood rich, bitch

My nigga say they need the hot shit
so that mean they need the wacka flock shit
my gold sees feel like a cock pit
and I just can't sold it to get my cock list

Shout out to everybody in the city f*cking with us
watch your back cut the fairs they have taken picture
John smoke with the word you don't want my picture
you wanna rob mother f*cker I keep the milf of
bomb ass nigga, you ain't bout that life
don't speak ain't nothing to say if you second right
dope doping out the skilly play griffy
33 for a brick sky they pimpin

Hook:
Oh, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Oh, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Nah, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Standing in the kitchen don't jump it like it's way grippin
f*ck em, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Oh, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Nah, I say my niggas they ain't bullshittin
Standing in the kitchen don't jump it like it's way grippin

Everything gotta go, man I got it for the low
and we hard self you can get it from the stole
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my fool, my wrist, got me bringin all bad
you my number jumpin over 'cause I need all that
too grand flat get you too and our baby kept me on the front street
serving out Jay daily nigga
say my model shouter f*ck you I mean baby hangin at that wonder
let me think roop baby

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I run this city in the spaceship
my niggas really in the matrix
I use this 40 for your faith list
I seat this babel on your toe like nigga face this
listen I f*ck your bitch we know we ain't kissin
and I ain't do a lot of talking so we ain't riffin
huh, dope jumpin like it's play griffin
got some shooters on my seem and they ain't missin

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Everything cranberry air nigga with me stroll
20 with the van can plan to get your mare
they don't call em rambo for nothin bitch I'm bustin
try to take my camber they color precautions
I got shooters on the level me, shooters on the righter me
duck a nigga by his own, chopper sing the round applause
pull up in the may back, stood there way back
just to play griffin dough I snatchin in

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