Guns & Roses lyrics

[Hook]
Guns & Roses
Them n*ggas don't love you,n*gga
Guns & Roses
Them b*tches don't love you,n*gga
Guns & Roses
Them ain't your friends,n*gga
Guns & Roses
That b*tch might f*ck your friends,n*gga
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Guns & Roses (x 8)

[Verse 1]
That loyalty, you owe it
If you love someone you show it
Im too real and you know it
Ball your feelings up and throw it
That 40 cal I tote it
This molly got me rollin'
You n*ggas be hoeing
Come to your block and go bonin'
37th where i'm from
E'rybody got a gun
I just got some dope today
And I gave my aunt a bump
Yeah I'm smoking on that gas
n*gga pull up to the pump
Choppa came with a drum
Ba rumpa bum bum
Police took away my friends
Or they life came to an end
These n*ggas not my friends
They just want some of my ends
Im flyer than the wind
Everything I do I win
Boy you on your last limb
I seen more weight than a Gym
Ridin round with the plug
He got drugs in the armrest
Take a n*gga chain let my grandmother pawn that
Streets Hottest Youngin' call the labels
Make em' bump that
Streets goin crazy, "why the f*ck he ain't signed yet?"
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[Verse 2]
Young n*gga I seen it all
Matter fact, I want it all
Knew a lot of n*ggas who fell, sh*t I even took a fall
I tried to pick up a ball, crowd didn't cheer at all
Pull up in a stolen car
They treatin me like a star
Now everything I want be mine
I tell your girl I'm the man
Self-Made motherf*cker, even got it on my hands
Knew he wasn't my man
sh*t we ain't come from the sand
I thought we was taking bands
And that n*gga took the stand
Im out here chasin' paper
Give a f*ck about a hater
Had a n*gga in The Fader and the f*ckin' city Paper
I shoot just like a Laker
I'm a f*cking hit maker
Might hit Meek up later
We some f*ckin' dream chasers
And b*tch you ain't my b*tch
You be on n*ggas di*k
Wanna kill the boy that dissed
But a n*gga might snitch
And I done hung out on a lot of n*ggas zips
I know when they come out and when them guns on they hip
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