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letra de d.o.a - cobo75

[intro]
(d-mn, aj, you mixed this? run that sh-t back)

[chorus]
rap dissin’, dog and pole missin’, got them n-ggas lost
ttd, we really smoke n-ggas, type to knock him off
d.o.a., ambulance drop him off
they runnin’ and tellin’ when shots get tossed
y’all slidin’, lil’ boy, knock it off
k!ll that noise, he not involved

[verse]
tweakin’ at club, tellin’ ski we can’t get glocks in
i don’t need no dub, do it free, i told him pop in
we not locked in, not kin, then we is not friends
lil’ bro do him wrong, fap his dome, it ain’t no boxin’
we ebk, this sh-t a sport, over dangerous off the porch
if you dangle, you got torched
coo was tall, we left him short
raw-ass glocks look like the store
sippin’ drank, it’s wock’ or norasp
you can shop, we got [?] and we got many more
they lyin’ in raps, this sh-t is sad
come through bl!ckin’ from jeffery to clyde
nah, can’t forget paxton, y’all get the [?], we slidin’ and clappin’
all different bl!ckers, we don’t do no passin’, all my k!llers in love with action
i ain’t my opps, they ass be hidin’, switch on the glocks, our sh-t automatic
the drac’ on the block get blown like a violin, in water with sharks, been dived in
shots on they side, then sirens, buckle up ’cause you know i’m ridin’
tighten up, n-ggas out here dyin’, if he ain’t comply, then he got fried
got sent to the sky for speakin’ on mine, they all gon’ die in a matter of time
sayin’ them names, think it’s a game, coo died at the crib, i think it’s a shame
pole did at the store, they went out the same, lyin’ on the score, i call that pain
bring out the drac’, bake up the block, switch and the mop, we play with them bops
get hit in your top, you ain’t makin’ far, lil’ bro off bars, he high as mars
but he still focused and ready to spark, i give him the nod, he paint a collage
come through tweakin’, got his sh-t parked, cut on the beams when it get dark
play with the team, we make sh-t hard, he had to leave and go meet god
me and lil wop outside your garage, up, he clapped, it ain’t no stop
[chorus]
rap dissin’, dog and pole missin’, got them n-ggas lost
ttd, we really smoke n-ggas, type to knock him off
d.o.a., ambulance drop him off
they runnin’ and tellin’ when shots get tossed
y’all slidin’, lil’ boy, knock it off
k!ll that noise, he not involved

- cobo75

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