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letra de drug - a-d the kid

[intro]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus]
said i got a clique, so jump the way, get out my way
i’m making music in this b-tch so in his face he gonna pay
i’ve been moving all these rappers, they don’t wanna see the ray
so in a day they gonna see just how another youngin play
yuh, all these rappers think they thugs
until they all just f-ck it up
most of them don’t tote a gun
i’m gone make these rappers run
any beat under the sun
i’ll hop on and make it bump
destroy their beats and have fun
except that i don’t talk bout drugs

[verse]
i’ve been doing this stuff right
got the whole game hand tied
better than the first tide
i rode it out like a dirt bike
just like red meat
i don’t mess with feddies
these boys are like freddies
cause they keep getting fed lean
ok i got the tac, if you attack you get three shots right to the dome, then you back
throw the stacks we’re growing racks, you growing fat, i make these all straight from scratch
you wish you had what’s on my pad cause you know what you say is a dying fad
i’m your dad, your the son who gets none except when it’s from the lash

[bridge]
kickin in doors for kilos not no m-th-f-ckin panic run
kickin in doors for kilos not no m-th-f-ckin panic run
kickin in doors for kilos not no m-th-f-ckin panic run
kickin in doors for kilos not no m-th-f-ckin panic run

- a d the kid

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