N Word (feat. Tre+6 & Duece Poppi) lyrics

(Chorus)
I spit game wit the n word
Brothers make slang for n word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for n word slang
And lease be the blame for n word n*gga

(Trick Daddy)
You know me n*gga
I don't know you my n*gga
Here's what must go through my n*gga
Go get with ya crew my n*gga
Tell rush round here for I do y'all n*ggas
Cause I'm straight chillin my n*gga
Ex-con ex-dope dealer my n*gga
I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my n*gga
And I ain't scared of none of y'all n*ggas
I will count my flow right in front y'all n*ggas
I will kill ever one of y'all n*ggas
c*ck my 45 and go to gunning y'all n*ggas
I will ever one of y'all n*ggas
n*gga

(Chorus)
(Deuce Poppito)
I am off da my n*gga
Smoking marijuana in the range my n*gga
Getting brains
Real n*ggas do things my n*ggas
We spittin flames with motherf**kin thangs n*gga
I will take it to ya whole squad my n*gga
Word to god my n*gga
I got ? but rather get hard my n*gga
? at the neighborhood park my n*gga
What you say young n*gga
Slip n slide ain't got guns young n*gga
Got funds young n*gga
Dumb n*gga
Get ya for motherf**kin ones
And turn you news into none
n*gga
(chorus)
(C.O.)
Yo my n*gga
I'm c.o. n*gga

You better slow yo roll my n*gga
n*gga
And that's word to buddy roe my n*gga
So why should I give a f**k about a ho n*gga
I'm a go get ya n*gga
I can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny n*gga)
That's how it go my n*gga
I'm go lock it down from the door my n*gga
That's fo sho my n*gga

(Trick Daddy)
And I got ya back my n*gga
Everywhere I go I be strap
You bet my n*gga
And on top of that do be a ?
Its all good you know I got stacks my n*gga
We rob banks my n*gga
And we are the only ones smoking stank my n*gga
We runnin through the b*tches that you can't my n*gga
F**kin round with us we will leave you stank my n*gga
n*gga
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(Deuce Poppito)
Whats up my n*gga
I'm bout to nut my n*gga
Bout to but the gat to ya gut my n*gga
Whats up I'm bout splash me a n*gga
Bout mash me a trigga
I'm bout to blast me a n*gga
You shouldn't have played with my c*ck my n*gga
It smells like gun smoke my n*gga
You bout to bleed to ya death my n*gga
Take ya last breath my n*gga
What you think this my n*gga
I will slide in ya crib
And put six in ya wig my n*gga
That's how we play my n*gga
With a a.k. hide in ya driveway my n*gga
You can run but you can't get away my n*gga
I'm go let the click spray my n*gga
From the shy to the m.i.a. my n*gga
Slip n slide n*ggas don't play my n*gga

(chorus)