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letra de rip my dawg - afn peso

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[intro}

uhh
that real sh-t
yeah
uh

[verse]

only go to war with a worthy opponent
they can never know my hand cause i never will show it
i’m poppin’ on the gram and real life and you know it
it’s that big dawg sh-t that you probly shouldn’t even go with
rest in peace [?] till we tell the gang in the pen
we was on two different paths i couldn’t fit him in
wishing that things were way different
another solid n-gga dead gone lord forgive him

it’s like we kinda know the right path but won’t take it
the streets addictive i know cause i be tryna shake ‘еm
no love for these hoеs how you know cause i break ’em
talking high power on the phone ain’t never gangsta

now it’s time to show n-ggas
i ain’t never owe n-ggas
this is for them boss n-ggas
i never spoke for broke n-ggas

i done been f-cked up too i never hated
these n-ggas hatin’ that’s why they steady down gradin’

don’t blame me boy that was your mistake
here riding in the drop-top top-down player sh-t
you know you should play this sh-t for the jews and that’s for racists
i stuck to the cold i know i’m owed for all my patience
i still waiting..

[chorus}
i lost my dawg to the streets he in heaven
i wonder if he bust baby ‘fore they stretched him
i wonder if them n-ggas in your corner gon’ slide
too busy f-cking b-tches they don’t know ’bout homicide

[verse]

[?} rundown sh-t on feet
m life was so hard ain’t n0body think ’bout me
my uncle smoked crack i seen it in his t–th
i barely even knew him but at least we got to link
before he passed away

graduated school the hard knocks i was a castaway
my granny in new orleans want to move but [?] in section 8
i need her in l.a. close to the family she likes sending hate
i barely even knew her but i just hope she get to see me great

throughout the bullsh-t i know i’m gone be straight
ima thug it through the end and that’s open any day
pull up at 600 i be stuntin’ with a paper plate
i was out here starvin’ now i’m full i had to make my plate

shout out to the real n-ggas standin’ on they word
really out the gutter ain’t no n-gga out the birds
going through some thangs i was droppin’ too much syrup
beefin’ with them n-ggas leave that n-gga on the curve
[chorus]

i lost my dawg to the streets he in heaven
i wonder if he bust baby ‘fore they stretched him
i wonder if them n-ggas in your corner gon’ slide
too busy f-cking b-tches they don’t know ’bout homicide

[verse]

i wonder if i make it to the top or just local
i hope i paint a pixar picture through my vocals
rich n-gga i don’t box sh-t up at the n0bu
tryna come bugatti n-gga f-ck that old school

looking up to god i seen him look me in my eyes
harder than these rappin’ ass n-ggas in they prime
they better not even try with me
only riding for them n-ggas that’s gone ride for me
only dying for them n-ggas.. (that’s gone die for me)

[outro]

i lost my dawg to the streets he in heaven
i wonder if he bust baby ‘fore they stretched him
i wonder if them n-ggas in your corner gon’ slide
too busy f-cking b-tches they don’t know ’bout homicide

i lost my dawg to the streets he in heaven
i wonder if he bust baby ‘fore they stretched him
i wonder if them n-ggas in your corner gon’ slide
too busy f-cking b-tches they don’t know ’bout homicide

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