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Lil Cuete

Ain't Gon Miss

 

Ain't Gon Miss


Half of these hittas is lying
Air them boys out we gon dry 'em
Southeast these bullets is flyin
Press them with starch get the iron
Gun on my hip
One on my bitch
Get spun and get flipped
This one ain't gon miss
This one ain't gon miss (nah nah)

Every now and then I get a lil faded, I've been doing it
Fuck 'em if they hating
Yeah and fuck it if they like it
They know who it is, I get the ladies all excited
I got my mind on my money though
I got the plug you already know
And I didn't grow up in a broken home
I still got anger, want to let it go
And I'm still hated on by many men
Hustle mentality you know I'm bout to get it in
And it's all about the Benjamins
I still gang bang so my ops know what is it

Half of these hittas is lying
Air them boys out we gon dry 'em
Southeast these bullets is flyin
Press them with starch get the iron
Gun on my hip
One on my bitch
Get spun and get flipped
This one ain't gon miss
This one ain't gon miss (nah nah)

Hustle with my vision with persistence that's how I'm livin
Bottom to the top that how I'm taking my description
In a Chevy Impala '62 is what I'm dippin
All blue dodger vision that's my description
Haters talkin I be walkin I don't see them clowns
The visions clear from the top don't see the bottom now
I member I told them I wanted to rap idea shot em down
No longer keeping haters in my circle no they not around
Homie got out fresh from then pen so I shot a pound
Remember when they said I wouldn't make it so I got a plan
I remember when I got my first tec and I shot around
I used to chase all of my dreams but now I got em now, ha ha

Half of these hittas is lying
Air them boys out we gon dry 'em
Southeast these bullets is flyin
Press them with starch get the iron
Gun on my hip
One on my bitch
Get spun and get flipped
This one ain't gon miss
This one ain't gon miss (nah nah)

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