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letra de done out ere - 67

[intro]
67..
most of you n-ggas and b-tches are dun out ‘ere

[chorus]
so much n-ggas and b-tches are dun out ‘ere
if you’re talking ‘bout the trap
and you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
i put my hands on smoke way before i stepped in designer
italian wear
we hit the club in my nike air tracksuit
i don’t care but your b-tch gone stare
so much n-ggas and b-tches are dun out ‘ere
if you’re talking ‘bout the trap
and you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
i put my hands on smoke way before i stepped in designer
italian wear
we hit the club in my nike air tracksuit
i don’t care but your b-tch gone stare

[verse 1]
most of you n-ggas are dun you tramps
you f-cking bums (scavengers)
before we spent p’s on designer
we spent p’s on numerous
got 2 l’s from long time we been drenching
4 door trucks, rambo’s and what?
my young n-ggas doing up football
he said shooting, scoring is fun
all way eating with my gangnam’s richer?
we want more diamonds and what
peng ting from qway wanna night with me
she want a day of life in the slums
(but if i roll these cali, buds on me)
then i’m sorry man, nuttin’s going on
i don’t do long convos if it ain’t money
i’m gonna lock that off
stop, you ain’t tryna talk no gwop
b-tch, if you ain’t no job
larga pack, find a way to make gwop or please be gone
i’m tryna get rich so fast but it’s talking way to long
and she want’s my d-ck so fast she comes so fast but takes so long

[chorus]
so much n-ggas and b-tches are dun out ‘ere
if you’re talking ‘bout the trap
and you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
(i put my hands on smoke way before i stepped in designer
italian wear)
we hit the club in my nike air tracksuit
(i don’t care but your b-tch gone stare)
so much n-ggas and b-tches are dun out ‘ere
if you’re talking ‘bout the trap
and you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere
(i put my hands on smoke way before i stepped in designer
italian wear)
we hit the club in my nike air tracksuit
(i don’t care but your b-tch gone stare)

[verse 2]
i put my hands on smoke way before i had me a italian wear
we was running wild n-ggas
we posed to take down a f-ck off bear
still wild, just smarkz still target head, chest, blow your hairs
you don’t wanna see cl!ckz with a cl!cker, cl!cking off over there
(m stepped in with a buss down order mask to get)
money and war, my 6ixties stay sharp like gillette
clips long like baguettes
mans old school like c-ssettes
osg day with a rambo cheffing up, don’t forget
i need my paper thicker even though it’s thick
it can’t go thin
before rap it was ot scales and cling
a rusty whip, done a million trips
i made serious hits, now young n-ggas saving up serious cribs
leg’, still gotta make some cash quick
i ain’t ever gonna pause this

- 67

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