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bout dat - g-nate lyrics

[intro]
sinister on the track you feel me?

[chorus: g*nate & scotty cain]
when you talk about a player, that’s what b*tches do
and when you talk to the police, that’s what snitches do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
n*gga i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that

[verse 1: scotty cain]
me and dame diggin thru the cut
thirty rounds off the glock, left ’em slumped in the dust
and i refuse to leave my heater home like what the f*ck
‘fore i let a n*gga k!ll me i’ll takе a five [?]
a lotta n*ggas been [?], i guess they [?]
got a choppеr that’ll blow your f*cking chest into some leaves
that p9 [?] knock your neck down to your knees
you a gangsta when i stand over you why you begging please
purple weed and lean [sleep?]
n*ggas smashed me in my dreams
i woke up flashed out i went and smashed his whole team
i’m with that mafia that sh*t tatted, that’s what i bleed
my heater allergic to p*ssy n*ggas, i let it sneeze
let ar juvie, she ain’t nun but 15
we clutch with thirty bullets [?] plus the beam
[?] lowkey n*gga you don’t know me i don’t want to be seen
so you hollerin’ watch how i up and open fire and make you scream
[chorus: g*nate & scotty cain]
now when you talk about a player, that’s what b*tches do
and when you talk to the police, that’s what snitches do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
n*gga i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that

[verse 2: g*nate]
[lyrics under construction]

[chorus: g*nate & scotty cain]
now when you talk about a player, that’s what b*tches do
and when you talk to the police, that’s what snitches do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
i’m turnt up n*gga, this is what that liquor do
n*gga i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
i’m f*cked up, i’m ’bout that
i’m really really ’bout that
[verse 3: dame cain]
[lyrics under construction]

- g nate lyrics

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