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letra de good dwellas (pt. 2) - cella dwellas

[verse 1: phantasm]
the good dwellas
still generating mad cash
u.g., got the nyc on smash
call me ted dibiase
i’m worth about a million man
what’s the plan, i stay dapper like dan
decked out in h-lly hansen
went to panama and bought a mansion
with a ranch and
now i ride on horses
his and her porsche’s
one a month i fly back out to meet with crime bosses
still gun trafficking and pushing keys
the tall man’s international, now i’m overseas
setting up shops, no more nickle and dime, jerk chicken shops
now we graduated to the yachts
and private helicopters and private doctors
i’ll erase ya
cause st. ides chase my vodka
n-ggas, living out they dreams through schemes
my right hand man tyheim still with my team
so let’s get deep
deep into the text
dwellas on the remix, ug show ’em how we flex

[u.g.]
i’m riding jet ski’s in hawaii
the nyc is on lock
rocks and stones, brim timbs and brims keep me dipped
i whip speedboats on the sh0r-s of puerto rico
i bought a black panther last week no
more petty stick ups or running from the coppers
now i flash cash and fly my own helicopter
gotta castle in new england bringing in endangered species
two koala bears for this cheese
private jets, tv sets, inches in the 40’s
shorties from spain with the champagne in my domain
shirt still guess
b-tter dipped with flavor
off goes the pager, it’s span it must be major
he put in triple 3’s that’s the code of the cd’s
took off the ski’s and brushed the snow off my knees
up in the catsk!lls mountains
taking lessons how to ski
see we, take you on a journey yo

[hook]
mob hats, cigar fat, cars and cellulars
it all comes together when you rolling with the good dwellas
you need a benz, the ends and the skins
it all comes together when you rolling with the good dwellas

[verse 2: phantasm]
meet me at jfk
coming back to the usa
destination: bk
my son’s missing
got sn-tched up while he was p-ssing on his trip fishing
now papa large is on a mission

[u.g.]
yo
my e.t.a. at j.f.k. was three
m.p.v., jewelry like mr. t
sipping don p
waiting for my man to fly in
got two chicks, they both thick, light skin and one’s hawaiian

[phantasm]
target’s back on the map, living like fat cat
he runs with funk flex
new alias is big kap

[u.g.]
son i know that
the show’s at, the mecca grab your tec’s
and a vest, it might get wild like the west

[phantasm]
so we jumped in the n.s.x. and stashed the tec’s
walked in and put the polo in the coat check
bought some moet
downed a bottle quick and bagged this model chick named tamika
eureka, there he go
by the speaker
tonight’s the night, i got the bouncer on the right
build like mike in infrared sight

[u.g.]
i’m sitting by the bar choking to bottles of mo’ mo’ for dolo
heavy like sl!ck rick
i bag this thick asian chick name may ling
her thing was dancing in bars in g-strings
she peeped my rings, import me upstairs to v.i.p
“what’s your hobby?”
“i teach karate boo for protection.”
pushed her, c-cked the weapon as big kap stepped in
the door, “get on the floor, n-gga where’s ty at?”
“he’s in the back!”
“get up black.” i untie the strap off his arm
“where’s my pops?”
i hear two shots clap
got grazed in the back, i turned around, busting at nothing
downstairs, i’m walking through the crowd bleeding slowly
it’s [?] homie
i’m dizzy
“where is he?”
“ty’s right here. where’s big kap?
“he’s in the trunk of the ac’
let’s go and throw his body off the ferazano yo.”

- cella dwellas

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