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lirik lagu no you didn’t – aerial ace

[verse 1: aerial ace]
five one one, my stature
i inch close six feet, he gather
twin glock, gunplay, would you rather?
steal on his diamonds, i was at batter
he in stitches, i’m in laughter
that boy a joke, they don’t care for the b*st*rd
he a sitcom in a family matter
you need some help with the moves you making
y’all undercover to that, i’ve awakened
faking adjacent, doubling agents
go infiltrate the perimeter pavement
n*ggas these days, it’s all ’bout a payment
long as you gracing, they taking the shaming
say thеy an artist, i don’t get the picture
must’vе been stuck beneath all of that shading
transfiguration
n*ggas turn b*tch over money, do me a solid, self liquidation
i’m with the smoke, get a l!ck of the spliff
they get nicked with the sh*t, and they quit with the vaping
lethal mouthpiece zacian
i k!ll conversations
tech tray got ’em shaking
he stay with them haitians
wouldn’t be the first time these n*ggas fall to their fault
i hit an ult, while they alt tab
don’t walk up to me, i walk pass
ai when a n*gga cross paths
swinging an arm, and i’m dropping your numbers
food for his thoughts, my chopper gon’ comfort
big pole, tote it like shulk, come try me, busta!
you ain’t gon’ find me under
[chorus: aerial ace]
pop told me: “don’t trust these n*ggas”
mom said: “same thing with these hoes, boy, stay focused, get your figures” (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
they gon’ be like: “ay, lil’ bro”
with their hands out, i need dough, just hit that, oh no, you didn’t! (i know you didn’t! no, you didn’t!)
pop told me: “don’t trust these n*ggas”
mom said: “same thing with these hoes, boy, stay focused, get your figures” (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
they gon’ be like: “ay, lil’ bro”
with their hands out, i need dough, just hit that, oh no, you didn’t!

[verse 2: shwabadi]
oh no, you didn’t! (oh no, you didn’t), too many men question my vision
too many y’all stuck in your ways, ain’t move sh*t through indecision (indecisive, indecision)
every step is nuclear fission
i can’t help, but make some waves, claim you hot, but no, you isn’t (no, you isn’t, no, you isn’t)
one seven four, my stature
one four*five, a short king, all it takes to k!ll your masters
money moves, i make it faster, she comes first, and i’m right after
tits got weight, the p*ssy fatter, eating good on greener pastures
don’t eat the rich, just put them in the sub
i got a show at the ritz and a glow on my wrist, but i’m still gonna be at the pub
bear in the booth, i got so many folk tryna be me, i really don’t rock with you cubs
my baby strong ’cause she squatting a bunch, ass is so fat that it block out the sun, god, d*mn
room too hot, need an ac like paladin
if they so much as heard as my voice, then you know that they probably a fan of him
bro in a lower league, tryna keep up with the big boys, homie, like how is you managing?
know he ain’t challenging, still with his hand out like mannequin, where are your manners? embarrassing
[chorus: aerial ace]
pop told me: “don’t trust these n*ggas”
mom said: “same thing with these hoes, boy, stay focused, get your figures” (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
they gon’ be like: “ay, lil’ bro”
with their hands out, i need dough, just hit that, oh no, you didn’t! (i know you didn’t! no, you didn’t!)
pop told me: “don’t trust these n*ggas”
mom said: “same thing with these hoes, boy, stay focused, get your figures” (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
they gon’ be like: “ay, lil’ bro”
with their hands out, i need dough, just hit that, oh no, you didn’t!

- aerial ace

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