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letra de don't get got - chocolvp

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[intro]
(mm don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef)

(don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief,)

[chorus]
don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my backpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

[verse 1]
watch how we move, we lurk it’s discrete
i don’t have time for paigons to speak
cut them off on the deadline 90 minute goal
an i aim for the center, so i never hit the post (bow)

we just watch from the back
eyes on them waiting for the moment to attack

an i don’t say i hate so i despise these opps
watch how the rambo’s twining when i chop with my flock

[chorus]
don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my bagpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

[verse 2]
around these ends there’s no word like peace
climbed up the ladder like jacob like me
been waiting for some time for stan to be freed (free stan)
50 hours on the trap i get loud on the streets, (i get loud)

i keep my head down low
grey nike joggers got me in another zone
late nights with my demons man their shaped like shadows
hang out the whip, keep it loaded so i can blow, (bow bow)

[chorus]
don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my backpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my backpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

[verse 3]
i need some reasoning cause most man been out splashing left to right, (left to right)
i might have doe on my head, that’s why i preach the night, (that’s why i preach the night)
full force out the bando tryna grip him tight (ah)

watch how a goon becomes an paigon, (what?)
feds tryna search me down with nothing your mistaken
lurking round a paigons ken, till he’s out, an then we place it, (bang)
wait for bro to call plod, then watch them raid it (brr)

[chorus]
don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my backpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

don’t get got, they used to say to me
don’t f-ck with the opps i’d rather have beef
brush them up with the mop, packs of double og
if i pick up the guap they calling me the chief

no caps to my right hand, never one to cheat
fill my cup to the brim with wine not whisky
4 chefs in my backpack, filled when we skeet
don’t stick to the code i make my own p

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