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RANSOM lyrics : "Fuck That Nigga"

Winter's coming, it's cold out, in the middle of Juno
Dinner's coming them rose out, we don't eat with no spoon no
My ^!$$%s eat with them bare hands, don't fear god, don't fear men

I don't know bout y'all ^!$$%s, quarter street you gonna have red
Pulled up in that elbo, old school with no shell toes
Them (*##$es stuck with no Velcro

They need a ride I say hell no
Hell no, fell (*##$, you don't smell what I smell hoe
That loud %#@!, guns on back on that crowd fit

When them shells close
We don't $#&@ with no hoe ^!$$%s
We don't $#&@ with no hoe (*##$es

You know snitches that know snitches
I look good but I flow vicious
Bet that, me and my ^!$$%s don't sweat that

Long as we get them checks that,
Y'all ^!$$%s gonn have to respect that, we gonn rep that!


[Hook] x 2
#~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%!
He #~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%!

My ^!$$%s don't trust that ^!$$%
These (*##$es don't trust that ^!$$%
They know he #~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%


God damn my back hurt, the way I carry these plans out
You know how quickly that gap work

You gonna have to carry your men's out
These hoes happy they bread's out
Talking bout red, could you hang you

But you red cheer with no plans big
Put your $$# 6 so let's bang out
You don't know what this gang bout

You running high with them bands out
We surviving that cane drought,
Full of porch but that same house

I heard y'all y'all balling, telling one of them stories
Y'all got money before me
Cause it's all pay with no glory

Cut that lil chain with that 40, case ^!$$%s wanna do something
I'm John Wayne with that 40, I bet ^!$$%s can't do nothing
Best to watch y'all next step, this is more than a death threat

Y'all dickheads get wrapped up, #~!!@ ^!$$%s is get wet

[Hook] x 2

#~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%!
He #~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%!
My ^!$$%s don't trust that ^!$$%

These (*##$es don't trust that ^!$$%
They know he #~!!@ ^!$$%, $#&@ that ^!$$%.



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