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letra de d.o.a - allstar jr

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[intro: babyfxce e]
(it’s a wayne beat)
no hat
(rell on the track)
it’s with an x, n-gga
(welcome to get a bag records)
yeah

[chorus: babyfxce e & allstar jr]
huh, n-ggas never seen a hundred ‘bows all at one time (no hat)
i ain’t wait to go eat, i cut the lunch line
the sh-t in the driveway cost like a buck-five
made him dance off a bodyshot, i thought krump died (frrt, frrt)
my young hitter went to prom, first dance was with his rifle
headed to the nash from the h like the titans (i’m gone)
b-tch vibe borin’, but the head so excitin’
i know dog pulled up ’cause hе was dead on arrival (let’s get a bag)

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
i look n-ggas in thеy eyes so i can tell when you lyin’ (b-tch)
gave his ass a new price ’cause he was too excited (huh)
tell him that he off the hook, then hit him with a rifle
let me know if you want that sh-t today, ’cause i can overnight it (on god)

[verse 2: allstar jr]
how the f-ck this n-gga e just pull up in a benz? (how?)
ten years ago, he was ten, your mans blowin’ in the wind (y’all n-ggas finished)
f-ck a date, i can’t tell you what i offered the b-tch
my new charm finna have me hangin’ off of the rim (let’s get a what?)
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i’m like, “d-mn, r, why you walk with a limp?”
reach inside his pocket, then he pull out a brick (cheese)
all pink fifties like i dipped ’em in trish (come on)
i don’t trust n-ggas, they like glocks, everybody switch (b-tch)

[verse 4: allstar jr]
i done pulled up on the block with everybody b-tch (everybody b-tch)
got a new line on the wops, get everybody rich (bag life)
first one that y’all done copped get everybody k!lled
told a b-tch closed mouths probably get your body did (i got you)

[verse 5: babyfxce e]
wake up off the drink, i don’t even know what time it is (at all)
how this b-tch ain’t got no ass, but her body thick? (how?)
i want you and your friend, b-tch, i ain’t tryna pick (uh-uh)
if it ain’t wocky or no trish, i ain’t tryna sip

[chorus: babyfxce e & allstar jr]
huh, n-ggas never seen a hundred ‘bows all at one time (no hat)
i ain’t wait to go eat, i cut the lunch line
the sh-t in the driveway cost like a buck-five
made him dance off a bodyshot, i thought krump died (frrt, frrt)
my young hitter went to prom, first dance was with his rifle
headed to the nash from the h like the titans (i’m gone)
b-tch vibe borin’, but the head so excitin’
i know dog pulled up ’cause he was dead on arrival (he through)
[outro: babyfxce e]
b-tch, i ain’t tryna sit
n-ggas ain’t got no money, sh-t be counterfeit
hit his ass with a switch, make his body glitch
woke up in another state, i don’t even know what time it is

- allstar jr

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