letra de sw33t dr3ams - cert1fi3djayy
[intro]
ayy, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
like huh, what?
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
ayy, ayy
[verse 1]
that n-gga got hit with a drac’
blitz ate ’em all off of the plate
f-ck n-gga, don’t [?] hate
catch a opp, yeah, we jumpin’ the gate
try to run, n-gga, ain’t no escape
tried to save a n-gga, it was too late
f-ck n-gga had died, his mama cried
’cause i catch him with a .9 to his face
had walked him down, yeah, we got his ass
f-ck n-gga done ran, yeah, he did the dash
like [?], we was on his ass
i done took his b-tch, and she let me smash
and she gave me head, yeah, that sh-t was trash
she not tryna f-ck, then she gotta pass
that n-gga be actin’ like hе into cash
(stop all the actin’, n-gga)
[chorus]
rockin’ our hits, yeah, we goin’ stupid
young n-gga, hе skinny, he built like a toothpick
she throwin’ it back, her ass is too thick
f-ck n-gga, he special, his ass might be acoustic
we airin’ our glocks, yeah, n-gga, we shoot sh-t
tryna play in my face like a n-gga was stupid
we smokin’ the wood, yeah, n-gga, we zooted
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
[verse 2]
d-mn, walk in the spot, yeah, we hot as f-ck
he got hit with the chop, yeah, we light it up
he got hit in the stomach like tummy tuck
f-ck n-gga had died, yeah, he outta luck
f-ck n-gga had dissed, but we shut him up
she all on my d-ck, yeah, she tryna f-ck
but i told her, “lil’ baby, i ain’t tryna cuff”
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
came through swervin’ on that b-tch just like a trackhawk
that n-gga got put in a ditch, yeah, he got caught
totin’ ars with extended clips like it’s blackhawks
and that f-ck n-gga got hit with this sh-t, yeah, he got popped
n-gga lackin’, got hit with this switch, yeah, he got dropped
my n-ggas packin’, yeah, they totin’ sticks, got the block hot
young n-gga trappin’, yeah, i’m servin’ bricks, servin’ sh-t off
f-ck n-gga was cappin’, yeah, he talkin’ sh-t, knocked his cap off
[chorus]
rockin’ our hits, yeah, we goin’ stupid
young n-gga, he skinny, he built like a toothpick
she throwin’ it back, her ass is too thick
f-ck n-gga, he special, his ass might be acoustic
we airin’ our glocks, yeah, n-gga, we shoot sh-t
tryna play in my face like a n-gga was stupid
we smokin’ the wood, yeah, n-gga, we zooted
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