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letra de drill in me - carlos marcello

intro:
i go state to state, where all the hustlers play
and every n-gga in the city, yea i know they way
i f-ck with all the drug dealers and all the djs
but if you ever in the city and you need a lil flavor, turn on koolaid

chorus:
yea my words may slur
yea i talk a lil funny
it’s the drill in me
cause b-tch i’m from the country
head south blue water
right below georgia
chevy’s and gold t–th
cause b-tch i’m from florida

1st verse

ever been in a hot box
loud sirens locked in cop car
hey…. from your hood to your block
stay strapped with alot of choppas
and everybody wanna be a lil gangsta
but evеrybody ain’t really that dangerous
we got k!llеrs and sangers
we got rappers and scammers
re rock with the hammer
we call that sh-t ferl
that’s country grammer
no need for the cartel
cause all the hood n-ggas locked in with the fish scale
sh-t.. we been stuck in cage
n-ggas been starving no food on there plate
n-ggas been fighting and pleading there case
them crackers don’t care they just want to get paid
yea we dress a lil different
yea we rock a lil harder
i was raised by my cousins …why….
cause i barley seen my father
i don’t give a f-ck about gucci
never once brought prada
but i f-cks with gucci
and that 10-17 product
2nd verse

inhale don’t choke
r.i.p pop smoke
shot out to every lil n-gga that’s risking his life in front of the store
cause his daddy in jail, his sister a trick and momma on coke
and every n-gga in the city trying to make them a play but they hating the coach
we balling ain’tna
we got our own language
and it’s a k!ller in every lil city
and n-gga they all dangerous
we got the baddest b-tches, like the ones from magic city
shout out to duvall……
them b-tches savage with it
i think i was hinting and stating my case
but y’all wouldn’t listen nothing i say
no need to compete cause i’m winning the race
to many n-ggas shinning and soul living fake
i been in that place where you better be good on your face
on the yard you may have your n-ggas but in the cage all you got is your faith
don’t preach to me about love
the realest n-gga ain’t even the plug
the soliders that’s tooting that’s down to bust
who carries a mission with loyalty and trust
the sunshine state ain’t come to play
we living this war like everyday
please stay strap when you floating
and hold that b-tch like a trophy
chorus:
yea my words may slur
yea i talk a lil funny
it’s the drill in me
cause b-tch i’m from the country
head south blue water
right below georgia
chevy’s and gold t–th
cause b-tch i’m from florida

- carlos marcello

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