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One, two, three This that Fuck Everybody 3, nigga, what's up? This that shit, this that shit you gon' vibe to, you know what I'm saying? (Key Gang got the keys jumpin') Yeah Hey, fuck my daddy first (Fuck him) 'Cause that pussy nigga, he abandoned me Opps saw me in traffic then they ran from me Got shot three times, lost two brothers, know God got a plan for me Ain't where I wanna be in life yet, know God gotta stand for me, yeah You done went against the grain, you done [?] lil' nigga, you crazy I'm the same nigga put you on, I gave you a chance, you lazy I done showed niggas so much love, I can't believe they hate mе And the Camp don't go against the camp, that's the way grandma raisеd me How your grandma raise you, nigga? Good What you gon' be in life? Somebody What you stand for? Everything Who you going against? Them Who you riding with? You Letras de cancionesFor life Niggas thinking I'm a ho, huh You wouldn't think I'ma really go, huh? You wouldn't think I'm down for cold, huh? You wouldn't think you can get smoked, huh? You wouldn't think I can turn you up, turn you down when you tryna go, huh? You wouldn't think I can get you hit for a couple pounds or a bow, huh? You wouldn't think I can get you hit for a million dollars or more, huh? Oh, you think I'm scared? Went on IG live, tell them people, say I put some money on your head Hurt me hard, code to the red I can't lie, I was wondering What the fuck you did, you ain't say it Like, what the fuck up? TD had a funeral, but you ain't show up I was like, "What the fuck wrong with him? But we ain't grow up together I treat you like my brother, nigga, we gon' shine forever Ayy, but fuck them niggas and that pussy niggas beside 'em What's in this air? Yeah How you that nigga turn you 'gainst the game? How you let that money do you for the fame? It's sad, but it's your fault, you the one to blame You can't blame nobody but yourself, nigga, fuck you, you a grown man It's like, nigga, we can't be cool again I can't bring you around my kids, you know I trust you with my life, bruh, you know I told you my secrets I did shit in front of you, you know You know the real me, nigga, you know who I am Ayy, fuck some management, that shit there damaged And you something like my brother, we gon' [?] I trust you with my life, don't take advantage of me If you my dawg, then I got you, don't take a penny from me This that go and shoot a nigga club shit This that big Cuz, big Blood shit This that big Vice Lord, GD, load the bullets up with the gloves shit This that dress-up mister rug shit ATL hoes in the club shit This that Fuck Everybody 3 This that fuck everybody love shit Yeah, I know Blood gon' ride for me I know Woo gon' die for me I know Poody gon' die for me They know I'm gon' die for them Know Lil A gon' die for me Know Rico gon' kill the whole world 'bout me and he gon' die for me Yeah, yeah, I know Snoopy gon' die for me I'm the same nigga put in my work, I ain't need you to slide for me And [?] he my cousin, I love my family And Killa Season one of the realest niggas you'll ever meet Yeah, they thought me and Bagg wasn't seeing eye to eye I'm the nigga told Gotti go and sign Bagg, nigga, I ain't even gotta lie We was riding four-deep in the van We was going doing shows out of town We was brothers way 'fore CMG And that nigga still my brother now And Gotti, he big homie Yeah, he really big homie (For real) I signed CMG then I went and got a bag from Sony (Facts) He just did his last album, but he ain't leave me lonely He still call my phone every day and check on me (For real) That nigga call my phone every day, I ain't lying, nigga, I swear to God He know I get in trouble and shit sometimes, I get in my lil' feelings and shit, I be mad as hell Ready to smack a nigga shit, he know crash out in a second That's why he call me so much He be like, "What's good?" I be like, "Big homie, thanks for taking me out the hood" He be like, "Lil' homie, you earned this shit, it's all good" I be like, "Big homie, I owe you my life, that's on the hood" I'm gon' bust them shots for you regardless, that's understood I'm gon' die for this shit, CMG, Heavy Camp, we good Free my nigga Keyon, he got time but he didn't do it Killa Season, he got so much time, but he didn't do it But he didn't do it (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Woah-oh-oh-oh From Letras Mania