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T_wght - A Don't Knowb Lyrics



T_wght - A Don't Knowb Lyrics




Out late a night owl searching for my plate
Devour rats like a steak
Watch my back for snakes
Felt in the womb u pussy cats is fake
Itching my head wondering why u bread to flake
Couldn't drink the water if you was led to lakes
This for niggas I put on to new plugs
Then u burned me like used drugs
Either snitched or ran off
Sick niggas get pinched then coughed
Get out the hood b4 u get flicked n caught
Cuz u not man enough for that time
I scene niggas flip on niggas over a fine
Niggas in max facin a dime
Got out the next week read the sign
Better lawyer up b4 the crime
If you hustling for real yo pockets wouldn't mind
This shit don't add up
In gr nobody fighting cases
They either cooked or told
Like a book they fold
Family wonder why they took that road

I don't f*ck wit rats have lil bro hit um like a thunder cat then tuck the gat
Throw away the gloves we not involved in that
Dump in the river where the revolver at
We solving that
Everybody got family in the street
Niggas who blammin over beef
Keep the hammer for the meat
Doing damage wit the heat
Like summers wit leather seats

I rather clear my karma
What goes around comes back harder
Hard to be a father in a game where niggas shoot at daughters
Why botha
We niggas got no feelings
Take ya top off like Wayne wit no ceilings
Closed casket for those basterds Who don't read between lines like closed caption
If you scared go to church if you prepared to do dirt
Dont snitch if they aware you move work
Getting niggas fried throwing salt in the game
Once you niggas tried you saying all sorts of names
They not real from the jump cross you like kris
In the field wit these punks turning all sorts of bitch
In the hood can't trust a soul wen you get flicked
For the real ones out there keep making shit flip
Stay gd up never fold never snitch
Too many already locked down for that shit
Too my mama citas wit finest features who hide the heaters wont find it either
To da fam who locked in the prison keep ya eyes open to a higher vision
When you get out
Don't f*ck wit cats where was they at
When that commissary flat
And you new breed of f*cking rats
I hope you turn ya back
On a snake n end up a f*cking snack
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Out late a night owl searching for my plate
Devour rats like a steak
Watch my back for snakes
Felt in the womb u pussy cats is fake
Itching my head wondering why u bread to flake
Couldn't drink the water if you was led to lakes
This for niggas I put on to new plugs
Then u burned me like used drugs
Either snitched or ran off
Sick niggas get pinched then coughed
Get out the hood b4 u get flicked n caught
Cuz u not man enough for that time
I scene niggas flip on niggas over a fine
Niggas in max facin a dime
Got out the next week read the sign
Better lawyer up b4 the crime
If you hustling for real yo pockets wouldn't mind
This shit don't add up
In gr nobody fighting cases
They either cooked or told
Like a book they fold
Family wonder why they took that road

I don't f*ck wit rats have lil bro hit um like a thunder cat then tuck the gat
Throw away the gloves we not involved in that
Dump in the river where the revolver at
We solving that
Everybody got family in the street
Niggas who blammin over beef
Keep the hammer for the meat
Doing damage wit the heat
Like summers wit leather seats

I rather clear my karma
What goes around comes back harder
Hard to be a father in a game where niggas shoot at daughters
Why botha
We niggas got no feelings
Take ya top off like Wayne wit no ceilings
Closed casket for those basterds Who don't read between lines like closed caption
If you scared go to church if you prepared to do dirt
Dont snitch if they aware you move work
Getting niggas fried throwing salt in the game
Once you niggas tried you saying all sorts of names
They not real from the jump cross you like kris
In the field wit these punks turning all sorts of bitch
In the hood can't trust a soul wen you get flicked
For the real ones out there keep making shit flip
Stay gd up never fold never snitch
Too many already locked down for that shit
Too my mama citas wit finest features who hide the heaters wont find it either
To da fam who locked in the prison keep ya eyes open to a higher vision
When you get out
Don't f*ck wit cats where was they at
When that commissary flat
And you new breed of f*cking rats
I hope you turn ya back
On a snake n end up a f*cking snack
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Writer: Tyler Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: T_wght
Language: English
Length: 4:03
Written by: Tyler Wright

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