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letra de country dons - fire in the booth - country dons

[rokky verse 1]
check it
look, they gonna hate to see you doing something that they can’t
and wanna be there for the finish not there from the start
girls say i ain’t got no heart i ain’t tony stark
bro f-cked it with some change and i ain’t tripping n-gga that’s my darg
fans come for grub that’s two ways i give them bars
we’re chasing pagans around the ends and playing bumper cars
my young boys they ying you down they don’t know martial arts
my akhi bro’s are riding out on eid astaghfirullah
my girl gets anything she wants no she don’t have to ask
how’s this dead ting talking rude and she don’t have no -rs-
we making money from the streets we don’t need no advance
you bring a snow in to the еnds make it avalanche
i see the fеar in them my bro got 27 years i shed a tear for him
he’ll be a legend on the wing just like arjen robben
don’t get it twist cah where we’re from we started from the bottom
just pree how i’m coming
and don’t be thinking cah we’re popping we ain’t out ‘ere shotting
my guys break bricks down every month go and work the profits
my pagans lives are shambolic i’m just being honest
still see them on the mains put their face up on the car bonnet
they ain’t nothing like my country dons their far from it
i’m in the kitchen whip whipping up narcotics
girls see my poll it makes them strip they wanna dance on it
course i got my bro back then we were going halves on it
[maroc verse 1]
you know i’m fully gassed anytime a pack lands
started from the bottom to the top i’m with my right hand
i found the right plan i dish it out and stack bands
i still got my akhi’s down to war like we’re in afghan
and i’m connecting all these bricks like its tetris
cah them boy rookie in this trap game we veterans
came in through the exit, we leave through the entrance
that’s racks in my mouth but that’s a different type of dentist
and let me take you back to where this sh-t started
it was a pack of haze i turned it into a stack of papes
all i knew was vacking bags never had no handed plates
i’m on a paper chase i’ll show you how to money make
you know i’m trapping hard i pull up in an svr
d-ck her down in yard she loved it i ain’t got to take a shard
my bro slapped sh-lls out the whip like its mario kart
in 014 l!cking shots like i’m demba ba
and i’m a trapper not a rapper i don’t need no clout
slim waist big back i tell her make it bounce
but never put a b-tch before the lizzy because we love these pounds
i’m up and down life is like a merry go round

[blaze verse 1]
trap so busy ma n-gga i need a cat flap
and if i catch an opp i ain’t loading up snapchat
cali in my zoot i be rolling up a backstrap
and if my brudda calls me you know i’m gonna back that
is she with me for the money or is it for the fame
came out of the trap and put some diamonds on my chain
trapping is in my blood its coursing through my veins
millionaire trapboy just like i’m bruce wayne
your girls in my dms imma make her cum again
they been saying that they pop smoke they been bunning blems
stabproofs around here it gets splashy i’ll put knife to flesh so don’t at me
i got nice garmz but i’m always in a trackie
i don’t need a good girl i’m tryna get a baddie
and if i get the drop then we’re rolling to your addy
driving skidding around like they’re doing up a rally
trapped in this game like jumanji
bro always double checks when i leave the house i got it on me
feds or these chicks tryna cuff me
and ever since i come up all i hear is can you buss’ me
he’s got an x on his back but it ain’t off-white
crab in a sea i’m a big great white
so much ice on my neck i get frostbite
years on the curb and now i live that boss life
[blaze verse 2]
we spent six figures on squares
tell them b-tches to come in pairs
them man soft like gummy bears
there ain’t many n-ggas like me its rare
like them creps i’ll take both pairs
she’s talking mad she’ll soon get aired
your line is damaged it needs repair
need a price lets go compare
i jud’a jewels no need to brag
buss that ape this ain’t no tag
fully connected don’t get no lag
opps run hurdles they work at a track
if you heard about it we did it
i really rap what i’m living
if you touch bro i ain’t forgiving
try tell him stop but he ain’t listen
my young boys on a mission
i push bricks out full commission
i can’t see no competition
10 racks’ll have you missing
times changed got a pool in my yard
no construction got brick on the car
so much drip can fill a reservoir
i’m meeting my cats no time for seminars
8 bags on these stars
got my tings ain’t gotta go hard
all from the trap don’t need no advance
she wants big b00bs i gave her implants
served at a black bush like i’m a trader
middle finger to all my haters
f-ck the feds they put me in a paper
missing my shoe i know you wanna race her
[rokky verse2]
running out of luck i need a trip to ireland
i tell my girl go pack your bags i’ll take you around the islands
the hogwarts coming to the booth and bought a couple feynman
i thrown the plug a tenants say i need a ting thats silent
get this gwop then milly rock your city and my village locked
i know you like to flex a lot my bro’s be in your chimney top
they didn’t wanna pay the costs give up trapping said its long
my traps jumping giddy up got tinchy stryder pixie lock
will they miss me when i’m gone
i’m getting tipsy of the rum
they ain’t got hart like kevin you silly they ain’t on no ride along
and i know she’s bad as f-ck
because she likes her titties sucked
anytime i got it tucked she feel it when she back it up
i had to risk my freedom
they wanna be a boss they don’t know the meaning
kitties feining if i miss that call they moving disobedient
main road tryna count me cash they’ll have to hold a beating
i know i’m bait cut through with my ramz them boy are skeeming
uptown make her buss’ it down and spin it round and round
they bet against me now the cat ain’t on me i’m making money now
i’m in the trap surrounded by some cats but these ones don’t meow
i took an l then i made it back n0body helped me out

[maroc verse2]
fly brudda like i’m peter pan this ain’t no never lands
cookies by the pack this ain’t no marylands
i’m trapping for them heavy bands i don’t want that b-tch if shes on every man
can tell you about my life you wouldn’t understand or even comprehend
i’m on the strip i’ve gotta blend they took my n-gga gave him ten
country dons until the end
family ting like f-ck her friend she’s moving mad
i’ll f-ck her friend throw a rack up on her like go on then buss’ it then
and she keeps telling me she loves me since this rap sh-t
funny that she never loved me when i never had sh-t
and i can’t entertain their beef cah them boy don’t come match fit
ninety minutes gone three packs sold that’s a hattrick

- country dons

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