Ieena lyrics
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[Verse 1 — Play]
[Hook]
Bullets ain't gone no aim
These b*tches don't feel no shame
They'll f*ck a n*gga and his whole gang
They'll suck a n*gga and his whole gang
All my n*ggas sell cocaine (IEENA)
All my n*ggas sell propane
My lil bro just got a dime
When he come home he gone get a Benz
[Verse 2 — DesignerFlow]
I remember as a youngster, Junkies p*ssing by the dumpsters
They get the fighting at the dice game, later on them n*ggas dumping
Me and dirty dre took a tre down to 28th
Three grams of the re-rock we thought that was weight
I was 13 with a Glock nine in my 34's
Now a n*gga wear 32's running thru it like a pair shoes
All my n*ggas done made the news
All my n*ggas love to play with tools
Like your performing we'll clap at you
I really came up on em avenues, with n*ggas doing what they had to do
Getting rid of n*ggas attitudes, getting rid of n*ggas period
Give a n*ggas head a period, We done had bad experiences
My grandma can't sleep at night, my girl saying i don't treat her right
I told her thats why I don't need a wife
All I needed was a plug, Now I got three
Talking bout you got my back b*tch you ain't got me
When you see a n*gga out b*tch you bet not speak
Cause I done had it up to my face
And I ain't tryna f*ck with fakes
Pull up on a n*gga with the aye
Get it all gone in a day
I done made some mistakes, got a raise from the weight
A lot of n*ggas can't stand the heat, i open the oven and bake me a cake
Every time a n*gga roll dice, I get it gone just like a poltergeist
Pockets looking like a pulled a heist
Tryna ball you pulled a hamstring, boy you ain't sold a damn thing
Sold more o'z then Michelin, I f*ck with n*ggas from Michigan
I f*ck with n*ggas that ugh kill ya, run up on me ima spill ya
[Hook]
Bullets ain't gone no aim
These b*tches don't feel no shame
They'll f*ck a n*gga and his whole gang
They'll suck a n*gga and his whole gang
All my n*ggas sell cocaine (IEENA)
All my n*ggas sell propane
My lil bro just got a dime
When he come home he gone get a Benz