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letra de a dub only gets better - adriiian

[intro]
chilling in the club, searching for the plug, tryna get a dub, yeah
chilling in the club, approach her like w-ssup, i’m tryna get a, uh
the morning after and i’m chilling in the cut with a baconeggandcheese and a nug of f-cking bud
now she finna hit me up cuz she tryna get a nut, but that’s such a f-cking dub, yo that’s such a f-cking…

[verse: a dub]
how many times i gotta tell her she’s just my mistress?
tried to outsmart her but that brain too vicious
she on her knees, she’s not begging, she’s not religious
but she stay handling pipe like a plumber on a mission
(she think you got no hoes) i challenged her suspicions
pulled up to her crib with, like, 47 b-tches
she ran into the living room like “what the f-ck is this?”
she kept yelling “y’all break something y’all better fix it”
like, b-tch, stop tryna make me swallow my pride
cuz you know that i got nothing to hide
but when the homie gets rocked and jumped just for sitting on a bike
you really think i’d let my feelings live up to the f-cking hype?
i saw kids tina’s age blur the line between wrong and right
as i prayed to false gods that these n-ggas would spare his life
the night was tumultuous to say the least
cops are still a dub but thankfully they whipped up to the block with frankie d
they showed up to finesse the rest of the day with ease
but they were so useless it’s like they came to f-cking play with leaves
i was about to get it all on snapchat
then i spotted some n-gga named officer waverly
he prolly smelled the buddha in my backpack
i ain’t sam smith, but the n-gga said “stay with me.”
shiiiiiiiit. now i get why they call it a dub, because of course
i ain’t tryna be in cuffs or pinned down to the floor
so he could sit on my back like the saddle of a horse
2 o’clock in the morning, i’m tryna be in the floss
or maybe puffing a juul with my n-ggas terell and sauce
it’s almost like these godd-mn cops go door to door
looking for blacks, making them take l’s by force
shiiiiiit. now i get why they call it a dub, it makes sense
what you said? the gr-ss is greener on that side of the fence?
i feel like you only say that just to build the suspense
you sus wench, why the f-ck you getting so upset?
you’re slithering through the gr-ss, you are now a suspect
i’m feeling a sharp pain in my back, like, what’s next?
oh sh-t, she f-cking robbed me of everything, what’s left?
sh-t! now i get why they call it a dub, it’s all clear to me now
i get hit with a two-piece and i’m out
i’m free falling down to h-ll, no more healing me now
i hit the flames, two feet on the ground
i found a penny, you can see that i’m proud
tell satan that i’m seeking him out
please let me know if you see him around, thanks!
shiiiiiiit. now i get why they call it a dub, because of course
shiiiiiiit. now i get why they call it a dub, because of course
shiiiiiiit. now i get why they call it a dub, because of course
sh-t. now i get why they call it a dub
because of course, n-gga!

[bridge]
a wise man once told me
“count your dubs. without it you wouldn’t have your ounce.”

[verse: only gets better]
reporting live from the i-45
summertime ’17, the seatbelt is scorching hot
searching for a f-cking bundle of pr-cks, no porcupine
so i can show them just how tough it could get
we’re going to find somebody else who is as much with the sh-ts, as all my n-ggas
we mob deep, like, f-ck self-defense
ayo we sounding kinda similar, that’s funny as sh-t
but if i catch you biting flow, i’m gonna puncture your lip
we taking cheese from these crackers on some motherf-cking lunchables sh-t
like badabababa, i’m lovin’ this sh-t, yo!
i promised cammy that i wouldn’t say the f word
so until further notice, you’re a bundle of sticks
i mean, i’m just having fun with this sh-t
and if i didn’t rap who else would come up with this sh-t?
i’m number one and you’re a dunce and i’m not comfortable with f-cking your b-tch
cuz then my girl will go hunting for d-ck, and we nuh wan dat
me and t wylin like wombats
we’ll fight till the day that we die, that’s mortal kombat
k!llin em on contact, kick em in the b-llsack
p-ssy n-gga fall back, you don’t really want that
nope!
you’re only calling me a douche because i make the p-ssy wet
think about it…
(think about it, n-gga)
now i ain’t a prophet but you can’t tell me that wasn’t fresh
syndicate, we the best, no empathy for the rest
gotta make sure y’all ain’t faulty, put everyone to the test
your bars are a f-cking joke, you’re a jester, you’re not a threat
i spit fire, if you want tea, hold the kettle up to my neck
we have enough dope to hotbox a condo
taking two l’s to the face, now that’s a f-cking square
come roll some more with me and bring a little fronto
spliff it, don’t use cigarette tobacco, i don’t f-ck with squares
don’t blame me, that’s the circle of life
boy i’m a king, i ain’t lying, that’s my word till i die
if you in the flossy having trouble pinning my location
you can find me in the mountains blowing purp at the sky. why?
i heard that dreams were illegal in the inner cities
but at stanford, you can get away with rape
if that’s true, then my squad gon have to juug and make a k!lling with me
the black youth shall refuse to accept their fate
at any given point, i might have some weed and liquor in me
so people tell me i don’t have what it takes
but i can hop in a mazda and outrace any n-gga’s bentley
tell your homies don’t be afraid to make mistakes
because it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better from here, dawg
(we out here wallin like a thin stack of bricks)
from here, dawg
(and every single f-cking hater can go suck a bag of d-cks, let’s get it)
because it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better from here, dawg
(elijah lashley some competent -ss rapper)
from here, dawg
(and i swear i’ll follow suit, man i promise i’m that dapper, let’s get it)
because it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better from here, dawg
(bread, stoners, trees and hoes)
from here, dawg
(lemme know if we got leftover weed and ‘to, let’s get it)
because it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better, it only gets better from here, dawg
and f-ck my city, it’s only brooklyn on my back
f-cked around and put canarsie on the map, let’s get it

- adriiian

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