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letra de 2-double-o dash - chuckyy

[verse]
first time lettin’ off fire, i almost zipped his sh-t up
swervin’ hot cars, bail out bl!ckin’
buddy was swervin’ when he got hit up
glock 20 give sh-t hiccups
g-l-o-c-k my big bro
these n-ggas be yellin’ out, “bath,” ain’t never did sh-t, this sh-t ridiculous
me and my n-ggas just leveled up, wanna hang with us, that sh-t a privilege
i want rose gold with the green faces, got moissanite and ritzes
i don’t want no custom piece, get out my dm, that ain’t hittin’
in the ‘raq, i just be chillin’, i get bored, i might go fishin’
i got action, i don’t give no f-ck, still swingin’, jj chicken
new fin-fin, lil’ bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
let a n-gga act tough off a perky, 10 mil’ take wind out of kidneys
and thеse bullets in my gun, thesе b-tches go everywhere like rabies
n-ggas get hit up, paralyzed, no, they can’t move, the lord can’t save ’em
got my sh-t together young, by twenty-one, i’ma have a baby
if i’m not stompin’ the h-llcat, i’m somewhere d-gg-n’ the ‘cede
every where i go, they know me, i don’t even give a f-ck ’bout my ski mask
first time lettin’ off that chrome, just young and slow, i ain’t had no ski mask
i don’t even give a f-ck ’bout that type sh-t, it’s two-double-o on my d-dash
i never punched a clock, now i’m stage, wake up, just see cash
these n-ggas ain’t no gangsters, they ass lame, we call ’em b-rad
every day, i make money, give no f-ck if it’s a dollar
ran my anny up, i got my anny up, these hoes gon’ swallow
these n-ggas be actin’ like hoes, they sippin’ lemon drops out the bottle
but i can’t do that sh-t, i got my lean, tris reposado
pour my lean, turn off my phone, don’t wanna talk no more
might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and f-ck a ho
n-ggas stole the flow, they swagger jackin’, talkin’ ’bout “row the boat”
invoice every day, i check my bank account, my sh-t overloaded
10k before 12, it’s 10 a.m. and that’s just off promotions
jailbreak kind of fast, we f-cked the urus up, get on the shoulder
we put belt to ass, bro dunk on sh-t, we up, it’s f-ckin’ over
we get sh-t done, boy, they told you
bronem leavin’ sh-t slumped over

- chuckyy

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