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letra de wise guys - bandgang lonnie bands

[intro]
b-tch, free my bros
f-ck the dea
f-ck the dea
y’all can suck a d-ck
that’s a psa

[chorus]
real-life situations
gotta separate ’em
we was just celebratin’
now they investigatin’
keep your eyes open
and your mouth closed
and it’s f-ck the judge
b-tch, free my bros
f-ck the dea
f-ck the dea
y’all can suck a d-ck
that’s a psa, ayy
last week
we was just makin’ rhymes
now this week
my dog in the chain game

[verse 1]
sh-t been gettin’ real
one step from a deal
another kid got k!lled
cross my fingers then i kneel
fifteen with a thousand pills, ayy
sh-t gave me the chills
sh-t gave me a mil’
went through the mud for real, ayy
shed blood for real, ayy
really got plugged for real, ayy
my dog on the run for real, ayy
keep a gun on him still, ayy
y’all ain’t really in the battlefield
them people never hit your crib
y’all ain’t did no federal crime
y’all ain’t dodgin’ no federal time
[chorus]
real-life situations
gotta separate ’em
we was just celebratin’
now they investigatin’
keep your eyes open
and your mouth closed
and it’s f-ck the judge
b-tch, free my bros
f-ck the dea
f-ck the dea
y’all can suck a d-ck
that’s a psa, ayy
last week
we was just makin’ rhymes
now this week
my dog in the chain game

[verse 2]
i gotta beat the odds
i gotta stay alive
n-gga, i just came alive
ayy, we finna enjoy this ride
all these money ties
all these mob ties, ayy
i’m just a wise guy, ayy
but godd-mn tired, ayy
somethin’ ’bout the cartel, the car smell, you know i got a tongue with me
made a car sell off of one bale, n-ggas can’t do nothin’ with me
kidnap the prosecutor, have that b-tch prostitutin’
f-ck your informant, b-tch, we gon’ blow him
[chorus]
real-life situations
gotta separate ’em
we was just celebratin’
now they investigatin’
keep your eyes open
and your mouth closed
and it’s f-ck the judge
b-tch, free my bros
f-ck the dea
f-ck the dea
y’all can suck a d-ck
that’s a psa, ayy
last week
we was just makin’ rhymes
now this week
my dog in the chain game, ayy

[verse 3]
system breakin’ n-ggas
but it’s no fold
no feelings in this sh-t
you gotta hold ’em (gotta hold ’em)
state to state (state to state)
playin’ texas hold’em
f-ck the police
f-ck y’all patrollin’
y’all hatin’ on a young king
i’m feelin’ like dr. king, n-gga
had to go chase a dream
got my baby mama mad at me, n-gga
this b-tch say i’m selfish, ayy
b-tch, i’m out here tryna get us wealthy
[chorus]
real-life situations
gotta separate ’em
we was just celebratin’
now they investigatin’
keep your eyes open
and your mouth closed
and it’s f-ck the judge
b-tch, free my bros
f-ck the dea
f-ck the dea
y’all can suck a d-ck
that’s a psa, ayy
last week
we was just makin’ rhymes
now this week
my dog in the chain game, ayy

- bandgang lonnie bands

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