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american gangster - detwan love lyrics

[intro]
i won’t be long (lorenz, don’t stop)
lord, please forgive me

[verse]
i’ma blood, ain’t gon’ lie, i learned the game from a vice lord
i tripped out in elementary, they sent me to the psych ward
my n*gga 6’6″—, hmm
my n*gga 6’6″, he always got that cannon like cyborg
yeah, i hit your baby momma from the side, i’m the side [?]
it’s all fun and games until we at his house like the landlord
b*tch thought i was payin’ for her food, i ain’t payin’ for it
i’ma slime, i’d fight my baby momma in front of the landlord (yeah)
i know where he live, yeah
just ’cause you had a mask don’t mean we don’t know who you is
mmm, woop
these n*ggas poppin’ n*ggas and goin’ back to the crib, and playin’ lil’ [?]
my lil’ cousins droppin’ n*ggas, they ain’t playin’ like no f*ckin’ kids
i don’t really pray no more, i know the lord already know what i did
we don’t give a f*ck about that n*gga bein’ your youngest kid
come out the crib, hit a n*gga in his back for tryna steal
b*tch, i’m independent, i ain’t tryna sign no deals
when i think about lil’ jalen, ain’t gon’ lie, that sh*t give me chills
i know a n*gga buyin’ pints instead of tris and he know they ain’t sealed
you ain’t seen no dead body, then stop talkin’ about how it feel
my n*gga got a .40 with the scope, he let see how it feel
b*tches get mad and let anybody feel
oh, you up pape’? but you a rat, how your life feel?
oh, you think we fightin’ in walmart? how this knife feel?
my best friend smoke crack now, oh, how that pipe feel?
run a opp over on a motorcycle, oh, how that bike feel?
how the f*ck you sale shrooms and you don’t know who twiice is?
how the f*ck is that your mans and you don’t know where he live? yeah
p*ssy*ass n*ggas
why the f*ck you got a gun? lil’ boy, you ain’t gon’ k!ll
n*ggas ’round this b*tch gettin’ smoked for tryna act real
beat a n*ggas ass ’til you can’t recognize ’em like emmit till (sh*t)
mmm*hmm
my n*gga got his ass smoked for tryna tell n*ggas chill
i don’t know how i feel, i’ll k!ll some’
i ain’t tryna watch no netflix, i’m tryna fee some’
my n*gga home from 15, he still tryna k!ll some’
ever since my lil’ brother died, i really don’t feel nothin’
b*tch think she f*ckin’ me real good, i don’t feel nothin’
ever since i said i’m done takin’ pills, i took six of ’em
slide down a n*gga block with one gun and hit six of ’em
he a b*tch, he let a n*gga take his stick off ’em
i’ll slide on a n*gga while the kids playin’ criss cross
i’m outside with my shirt off like rick ross
i don’t wanna f*ck your baby momma, she exhaustin’
you ain’t gotta count on me, lil’ b*tch, you been lost me
i don’t wanna love, f*ck b*tches, i’m exhausted
you hopped out, shot fifty shots and you missed
boy, you lost it, yeah
and when we see you, we gon’ chalk you
n*gga talkin’ crazy, i’ll off ’em
n*ggas can’t wait to see me in a coffin
i know my n*gga love me, yeah, they ridin’
they pullin’ up, i know they comin’
i was f*ckin’ this one b*tch, and she was f*ckin’ andre drummond
hmm, b*tch, the nba player
when them bullets hit the—, okay
when them bullets hit the house, i guarantee they knock off every layer
i’ll pull up to get my money with my strap like the tax payer, yeah
pp, i heard they back*payin’
f*ck i look like beefin’ with a n*gga who baby momma one of my biggest fans?
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout me to the hoes, they really fans
you think i’m cuffin’ you? b*tch, you got a onlyfans
n*ggas flashin’ bands but they mans in a f*ckin’ jam
b*tch, stop touchin’ me, you don’t know me
mm, i sing and i’d pop a n*gga like mo3

- detwan love lyrics

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