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Veitnam Don Lyrics - Artist : Yhung T.O.
Uh, heard it's niggas talkin' 'bout I fell off
I just checked the safe and I'm still well off Watch who you slidin' with 'cause he'll write a tell off It hurt talking to my nigga through a jail call I ain't never feared no nigga I was up against When I ran into your bitch, she gave me compliments I trust my brother with that stick 'cause he be droppin' shit Don't think you safe 'cause you cliqued up with the opposite Every nigga with me down to shoot some' Dog, I got us back, made me move some' Still ain't got no get back, nigga, do some' Hmm, nigga, prove some' Ain't posting shit on Insta', busy paper chasing Need congratulations how we made his brother famous I need way less conversation and more extra payments She say, "Why you got two Glocks?" 'Cause I stay extra dangerous Need the old streets back, fuck this new shit Now everybody rap, I laid the blueprint You ain't never made no dollars, keep your two cents She know I'm a thug, I took a few trips She know I be everywhere the cash at Told her I need cash, but please don't Cash App Them niggas y'all look up to who we laugh at At first I felt betrayed, now I'm past that Pro with that semi', I do extra with it You ain't got to ask who did it 'cause they know we winning Shed a tear for my niggas, I hate reminiscing Told her I'm a street prophet, so she know I'm gifted She fell in love with a real thug If he won't bust for you, that ain't real love Pray to God he introduce me to a real plug Make sure you get up close, he won't heal up |
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