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letra de no dice - chuck strangers

[intro]
“there is a message in uh all of my music…
it’s all about uhh… doin- people doing something else other than what they have done, but what they have done is the possible… and the world the way it is today is result of the possible that they did…”

[verse 1]
today was like one of those days
when, all you thinkin’ bout’ is how to get paid
i throw the ivory while broke b-tches die for me
said he had crack but he lied to me
that’s no dice, your footwork ain’t nice
i’m f-cking around in the dice game
n-ggas think i’m soft ’cause they is in the rap game
and i don’t answer when they hit me, n-ggas turn to sissies
b-tches clamin’ that they miss me
just the first steps of becoming a g
i used to ace out in the past though
now before i roll, i rubbed it on shorty -ss yo
4, 5, 6, you n-ggas give up the cash slow
chucky need the old barkers and a fresh bag of the hydro
son, you can’t even f-ck with that
when i was younger we do dice to stop the hunger [?]
cause my n-gga got a weapon and he fresh outta f-cks
he ain’t gotta untuck, i let the dice hit him up

[chorus]
we been out gettin’ dollars, so it’s dirty round our collars
thinking bout’ now, n-gga f-ck tomorrow
f-ck slaving over grills, clockin’ minimum wage
i stick my d-ck in these crates and straight leave with the pape
i been out gettin’ dollars, so it’s dirty round my collar
thinking bout’ now, n-gga f-ck tomorrow
f-ck slaving over grills, clockin’ minimum wage
i stick my d-ck in these crates and straight leave with the pape

[verse 2]
brooklyn… 07′ of god year
when chuck strangers finally made the soul reappear
you was crusin’ in your bentley, or your bimmer, or your jeep
we was ridin’ in the camry, bobbin’ to the beat
pop texts me a fl!ck of us chillin’ on his honda
“son if you blow up, keep this sh-t as a reminder”
i lace up my nikes and i kiss my cleopatra
’cause only through love will, we become a factor
and lately i been going stupid
’cause they don’t see how i’m ruthless, like the coop is
i’m ruthless like easy, i’m thinkin’ bout’ st–zey
thinking death hurts, i’m riding down [?]
just leave it to the experts
charles been in charge since the pre-paid psychic cards
when i was typin’ on aim, i was soakin’ up game, and
now i’m in the cut with two latinas you seen us seem like they specializing, pressurizing p-n-s
she pull out the regis
too bad i don’t ski b-tch
always knew i would be rich
from the day i walked on mom’s floor, 64 and she slapped my sh-t
now i’m cussin’ in the phone ’cause they owe me b-tch

[chorus]
we went out gettin’ dollars, so it’s dirty round our collars
thinking bout’ now, n-gga f-ck tomorrow
f-ck slaving over grills, clockin’ minimum wage
i stick my d-ck in these crates and straight leave with the pape
i been out gettin’ dollars, so it’s dirty round my collar
thinking bout’ now, n-gga f-ck tomorrow
f-ck slaving over grills, clockin’ minimum wage
i stick my d-ck in these crates and straight leave with the pape

[outro]
(scratches)
i been out
i been out
i been out gettin’ dollars
i been out gettin’ dollars, gettin’ dollars
gettin’ dollars “say what?”
…
“how yall’ feel out there?”
…
“say what?”

- chuck strangers

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